Wake

The wind on my face, sun on my back. I close my eyes and fight to hide a grin, barely unable to hide the satisfaction. The water splashing on my hand as I lean over the side is an almost forgotten sensation. It is cold, but frighteningly comforting. The sound of the engine roaring behind me resonates deep in my chest. The jerk of the rope as Andy cuts across the boat wake feels dangerously familiar. I missed it terribly. In all of my daily routines, papers, books, and meetings, I forgot where it was that I had hidden my soul. But I found it now, and I will never lose it again.