|A day when the mistral blow : this crazy wind blows in gusts and makes the sea grow. The sun shines in the azure sky. The sea displays various shades of emerald, turquoise and overseas; offshore, the white summits of the waves with troughs of ten metres are frequent, but at the edge, it is yellow (the sand is stired ). My sandy beach is gently slopping down : therefore, we walk very far from the shore. In these trafic jams the temperature is more than sixty degrees in my black car. No air conditionning. I ' m on my way home from work. The urge to refresh myself is stronger than never. The flag is orange, which means potential dangers. I ' m finding a parking place. In the sea bathers jump into the waves. I approach the shore, abondantly sprinkled by the spray, which facilitates the transition : I enter the frothy waves, up to the waist, no further, I am already about twenty metres from the shore, jumping in the waves. At one point, I miscalculate my jump, so I feel the wave unbalance me, grab me violently, and carry me happily to the shore! All around me, there is only water. Here I am the toy of the waves. But fortunately, the game didn ' t last too long. I landed my nose in the sand, my mouth completely open to look in vain for my oxygen, I swalowed much water. The waves are liking me. I understand that I have finally arrived safely, and I am surprised to be still alive. Groggy, I cough to evacuate the heavily salted water. I have sand in my mouth. Since then, I have ever repeated the experience, well aware that I was very lucky, and glad to stay on the beach. ! ' Once bitter, twice shy! ' Life is beautiful!
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