The trek was worth it for the view, the solitude, the peace. I knew the risks, though not taken as it should have been. There was the possibility of slipping off the tilted break wall preceded by drowning, or any of the injuries that can occur when gravity is feeling vengeful. Then there was the risk of scrapping against the rusting steel cords that once held the break wall together.
After climbing onto the top of the break wall, there was the tightrope walking along the jagged stone. After continuing to walk on the wall, parallel to the land, it’s easier to see that the walls have shifted, and the water has risen. There is a section in which waters surround the wall are at least waist deep, and the wall itself remains at least 4 feet above the water.
Upon finding the perfect section, time to settle on the edge and allow a foot or two to relax beneath the water’s surface. It's not the most tranquil spot, nor is it comfortable or special, yet when this spot is discovered it’s like there is an invisible shield. Within this protective bubble the rest of the world washes away with each crest hits the wall. The air changes and feels like the blanket that scared the monsters away from the childhood bed that now only lives in the past and childhood pictures.