I wandered down just before 6am this morning and everything felt gently alive.
The ocean looked like a glassy lake – smooth, flat, barely a ripple. Just the faintest breeze brushing across the top like it didn’t want to disturb the peace.
Manly Point café was coming to life, and drifting across the sand was “What a Wonderful World”. And honestly… it was.
There’s something about that song at that hour. It made the whole scene feel cinematic. Casual. Happy. Calm.
Small groups gathered in their usual spots. Coffee orders going in. Sleepy hugs. The quiet buzz of people who choose saltwater before sunrise.
And today?
I was dressed.
Watching instead of diving.
The other day we were standing there admiring the swimmers heading out and one of us said,
“Wow, I wish I could do that. That looks great.”
We laughed.Because we do do that.
We’re usually the splash-makers. The “see you at the point!” crew. The ones squealing and charging in.
But this morning, instead of the full swim, we went in for a walk along the sand & enjoyed a little bob.
And oh… it was magic.
Flat water. Beautiful visibility. That lovely welcoming warmth that makes you exhale instead of gasp. We just porpoised around for ten minutes or so – no agenda, no destination – just rolling gently in that silky sea, soaking up that beautiful saltwater on our skin.
It wasn’t about distance.
It wasn’t about pace.
It was just about being in it.
From the shore, you see the whole orchestra.. the brave first dash, the smooth cruisers gliding out like dolphins, the hesitant toe-dippers negotiating with themselves.
And then you realise…
Whether you’re swimming to the point, bobbing near the shore, or standing there with coffee and Sam Cooke in the background, you’re part of it.
💙 Deb