Daily Prompt – First Sight

Whether a person, a pet, an object, or a place, write about something or someone you connected with from the very first second.

Easy. My last trip away which was only 100-or-so kilometres away to a place called Torquay.

Torquay was a place where I felt quite emotionally in touch with myself. It’s actually kind of hard to explain, but from the moment I got there, I felt an instant connection to the place. It could have been for a multitude of possible reasons, but there was just something about it.

Maybe it was because I was in a foreign space, all alone, with nothing but my thoughts. It was quite overwhelming to be standing in the open waters of the ocean, staring out to the horizon, in such a beautiful place, with nothing but the voice in my head, and the thoughts buzzing around in my brain at a million miles an hour.

It was a moment in time that literally made me stop. As though everything in my life ceased to exist. No partner, no friends, no work, no bills, no drama, no frustration. Nothing…. As though I’d stepped into a black hole; a void. All my emotions managed to come flooding to the forefront, rather than being continually repressed and ignored. To say it was overwhelming is an understatement.

Have you ever had one of those moments where you’re just left with nothing but raw emotion and it’s so intense and you find yourself so overwhelmed you just begin crying for no reason whatsoever? No? Huh… Must just be me then! I found myself neck deep in the icy waters of the ocean, bobbing up and down with the swell, with tears pouring down my face. I think it was the first time I had cried in a very long time. And I don’t mean cry, as in a few tears rolling down my cheeks, I’m talking uncontrollable bawling; seriously ugly outpouring of pure emotion… Yeah, well that was me… In the ocean.

I don’t understand what caused it, but it happened and by the time I made my way back to the hotel, I felt an incredible sense of calm; like a massive weight had been magically lifted off my shoulders. I remember getting home with enough time to shower and change before heading down to dinner, and I was standing on the balcony in my towel staring at the ocean and it hit me just how much the drive to write was beginning to fire up inside me. I wanted to stay here for a week or two in isolation and just write.

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