Querencia - rough draft

      After a week of nothing but stress, the only place that seems to make it all go away is Sandys. Waking up at 6 in the morning, riding toward the east side of the island or the "country part of the island". When I arrive, I see the nice glassy waves and the chilly morning breeze glides across my skin. The sun is just slightly peaking over the mountain and I wait patiently for the perfect time to go in. I see the set of waves is over, the water has white foam on the surface of it, as if someone sprayed whip cream all over. I put on my fins, and start running toward the water. When I go inside, the water is cold but feels so relaxing. Start paddling to my spot of the beach "Pip-middles".  Another set comes in, I catch the first wave, looking to my left I see my reflection on the wave. Then everything goes black. I go to the surface and smile because the day has just begun.

      Sandys isn't just a beach, but feels a bit more. At first i feared the wave, I feared that when I get pounded thinking I'm going to die. Then as I started going more and more, I eventually begun to have passion for the beach. This is what separates sandys from other beaches. Sandys, i have a story behind why i love it but at other beaches, I go to just to swim or be with family. When I'm at sandys, I'm different person. Usually I'm a very talkative person, but at sandys I more quiet then a new kid at school. So not only does Sandys affect me mentally but phsyically also.

    After a day at Sandys, I sit down on the back of my dads truck and I look at the beach. I watch all the bodyboarders at shorebreaks getting pounded from the waves that look like giants swallowing people, the surfers at full point ripping it up and all the haole tourist getting screaming at all the big waves. I smile knowing there's probably one kid in their that had the same fear as i did but know that when he breaks his fear, the true beauty of the wave will be right there in front of him.