“From where I stood, I can see at the end of the tunnel fertile land with evergreen trees and summertime flowers. Behind me, just several steps away was the Sea, telling me to come back and finish what we’ve started. I had to choose between my first love and my next dream.”
Took almost 7 years to finally explore the water tunnel at the coastal town of Davenport that exits the Sea.
The water was low that day, enough to safely walked on the sides of the tunnel. Some parts, the sand was too soft that it broke down to many pieces as soon as I stepped on it. Had no choice but to walk into the knee deep of ice-cold water.
Inside was dark. The sound of gushing water, loud and crisp. The smell, damp and strange. It felt chilly and misty. The rock pathway, slippery wet. Condensed water from the rock ceiling dripping on my head and shoulders.
I kept walking until I couldn’t anymore. Midway way was darker. I couldn’t see the pathway ahead. My imagination started to take shapes and forms. Doubt and paranoia followed.
My gut feeling told me to stop. I was alone. My Son was also alone by the beach. Everything happened too fast, instincts happened before thinking. Excitement before wise judgment. It wasn’t new. I was just being me.
Son decided to stay dry and not get his feet wet. He warned me clearly before going though with the adventure with a question, “Don’t you know where that tunnel water comes from?” My answer, “The sewage.” He laughed and said, “That’s right, and you’re still going through with it. Good luck.” He gets to be the smart, cautious one in this part of the story.
But honestly, the water looks crystal clear clean and it felt refreshingly nice. So, maybe it was not a sewage tunnel water after all, but an underground cave spring water.
Was my imagination merging reality and fantasy into one believable experience?
The tunnel was simply the end detour of our beach hike before heading home. The rest of the adventures were too detailed beautiful and personal to describe.
But this I can say without a doubt and confusion, that I felt so wonderfully whole and young all over again. And that is worth dipping into the dirty, ice-cold water of temporary youth and happiness.
Adventure will involve lots of dirt and gold, dust and heart that will defy and test the written as well as the implied rules of Men and Society.
No such thing as perfect endless days, just perfect moments that are good enough to keep dreaming and hoping that life can only get better, cleaner, healthier and happier.
…and now it’s your turn to share your stories of adventure and fantasy. You are the Master Writer that can transform the impossible to possible.