The stars settle down and melt into the horizon. The ocean shimmers and glows with a heavenly turquoise brilliance. Each wave breaks and shines and lights up my heart. Are we still on Earth? The luminescence seems to transform the water as well as the astral dimension we inhabit. This planet has unseen levels of life, doesn’t she?
The rising tide of electric-blue whitewater surges for our position on the beach. To our great, child-like delight, whatever area of sand that was touched by the ocean was activated with this light-show too. For every step, stomp, tip-toe, and leap, a forcefully corresponding florescent aura would display where body met Earth. If only there was such poetic feedback for our everyday impacts.
Embraced here, in this dreamy higher dimension. Linear-time fades as the feeling-of-moments is how we track our lives now. A wave breaks and explodes with an ecstatic celebration of color. Like a supernova on some far, dreamy, aqua-spectrumed star. It claims the honor of ‘Best One Yet,’ for now.  Until the next one of course. The ocean always has a next one.
In between sets we flick sand with our feet and watch the transcendent speckled patterns of the blue streaks upon the dark beach. A plethora of ‘Best One Yets’ come. Orion’s Belt eases into the black, watery horizon, and the moment feels like a good time to depart. A rumble in our bellies for the Thai take-out back in the truck beckons us as well.
Moments like tonight fill me with the specialness and sacredness of life’s gifts. This story may seem like some lucid dream, but I assure you, truth is more awesome than fiction.
 
Andrew Oster is an Ocean Beach resident and Peninsula Beacon reader.