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psychics, sharks & hot cross buns

The cold sea spray hit me full on, my body toasty, slightly unwilling and unprepared for the icy waters.
"No turning back," I say, watching him clench his teeth with each assault.

I spied a wave with promise, the gentle curve building higher, holding steady, getting ready to rush at me.
I gave a sideways glance at my playmate, giving him a look that said: "I dare you!".
And with eyes locked on his as the wave rolled forward to greet me, I stretched out my body, succumbing to the wave, at one with nature...diving  deep in crystal clear water

I resurfaced and he's there, alongside me, ready to play: "Let's go!" he shouted above the roar of the waves, "deeper!"
I grinned, he knows me so well...

The sound of the siren was sudden, out of place in God's playground, where man and ocean and seagulls and sea creatures mingled seamlessly together. The siren indicates the presence of a shark in the vicinity. It signals that everyone should clear the ocean immediately.
(on a side note, "Shark Spotter" is an awesome job title, like "Park Ranger" or "Paramedic", all action heroes!)

Surfers, boogie boarders, swimmers, everyone was instantly on full alert. 100's of ocean lovers exited the water and made their way to shore in 60 seconds flat. Never saw such a quick, orderly, waterlogged exit before!

Oh, except in Jaws!
"du-du, du-du, du-du-du-du-du-du-DU-DU-DU..." played in my head and I found myself starting to hum the theme song.

Everyone was pretty casual about the exodus, "rather safe than sorry," is the general consensus here.

"Tsk, tsk!" I uttered, my fun momentarily ruined.
The guy in the wet suit lugging a long surfboard and treading water next to me, smiled. In a heavily French accent he noted : "The fish are feeding, it gonna be a while."
"Feeding time, huh? The fish are giving me ideas." I joked, but my tummy started rumbling as if on cue.

Maybe stopping at Qlympia Bakery, was fortuitous:
(see link
Hot cross buns filled with raisins and sultanas heated by the sun, and pretzels with chunky, salted bits, nom nom.

We sat on wet beach towels under colourful beach umbrellas munching on baked goods from heaven looking at a vista sketched by a masterful hand. It was strange to see the ocean clear of traffic and activity, it was a really beautiful sight.

A rare Peace had descended over the waters.
"Thanks, shark," I said out loud, hoping the wind would carry my gratitude to this fearsome creature that by his very presence left a canvas of splendour sparkling in the midday sun for all of us to admire.

A sanctuary was created for us on this day, a gift from nature, to heal hearts.

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