An Ocean Behind My House

I’m sitting on a beach right now, in my land-locked neighborhood in my land-locked state. The moon reflected in the ocean is full, but the moon above me is just a sliver. Everyone else in my family is in bed, but tonight I just couldn’t sleep.

My dad loves having an ocean in our backyard, no matter how mysterious the origin. He’ll get up in the morning  and walk the dogs (out the front door), then sit outside on the new beach and fish all day. He’s never caught anything- I’m almost scared to see what it would be. He won’t go in the water, though, and our dogs don’t like anything wet so they never even go near it.

My mom is less than thrilled, but since the seagulls we can hear on still days never appear, she lives with it. Mainly, she was upset at the loss of the bird feeder she loved and the magnolia tree she planted. I’m convinced she actually likes the cooling breeze in the summer. As long as we don’t spend too much time in it, don’t go too far out, and only swim in daylight, she doesn’t actually say anything against it (though the expression on her face when she sees us in swimsuits speaks volumes).

My brother’s first reaction upon seeing the ocean was enthusiastic and unsuitable for small children. He ran around the edge- that’s how we found out that the space it occupies is… inside of itself. It only takes up the back garden (Dad was pissed about the loss of the shed at first- there went the 20-year-old lawnmower), but it goes on and on and on. No matter where you’re standing at the edge, you can’t see the other side. It’s all ocean. My brother’s second reaction upon seeing the ocean was to try and swim to the other side. One look from Mom killed that idea.

Mom had some people from her work come out an inspect it- she knows people, and I guess called in a few favors. They ran tests, and they don’t think it’s anything dangerous. The water is mainly H2O with some salt and other stuff you’d find on a regular beach and in a regular ocean. There were some strange readings- a box with a stick on the end of it made funny noises, but the woman with the box-measuring-thing (do I look like a scientist?) shrugged it off.

On cool clear nights, if I sit down by our private ocean and listen, I think I can hear singing. Nobody else has mentioned it, so I don’t either. I think at this point I’m going to do what I wanted to do when I first saw it- get my scuba gear and just swim down, down, down until I find the source of the music. Something is telling me that’s the only way we’ll get answers- and something else is telling me I’m the only one who can find them.

I think I just heard splashing. A giggle? There’s someone in the water.

2 thoughts on “An Ocean Behind My House

  1. I know this week was about photography, and maybe I should be commenting on that, but your writing is quite beautiful. I love that the ocean in the backyard, an event in and of itself, seems to just be the beginning of the story.

    1. Thank you! I love writing, but I always forget to make time for it, so this was a nice way for me to write AND be productive. I think I actually spent too long on this- 20-25 minutes instead of 10-15. Oops 🙂

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