Dancing Skies

I couldn’t wait for my class to be over and to get on the train back home, throw my bags into the car and get on the road. Dark clouds raced across the sky and the wind was blowing hard. My fingers tightened around the steering wheel in order to prevent the car from swerving as I crossed the bridge and left the main land in the late afternoon. While I imagined other drivers to panic, I couldn’t be happier, I couldn’t have asked for better conditions.

When my brother had accused me of not being that into kitesurfing anymore a few days back, he hadn’t known that I was trying my best to distract myself. I’d feared it would take some time until I could get back on the water.
I arrived at the camp side only to give my dad a quick hug and to drop off my stuff. Fabi started the car as I got into my wetsuit. He had been on the water already and was done for the day, but was still willing to keep me company. This is what I had been looking forward to for weeks now.

I was busy pumping up the six square metre kite (my personal favourite) when Fabi turned to look at the sky. “This is unbelievable!” he exclaimed, clearly astonished. “Dari! Look at that!” In that moment, sunshine lightened up the whole sky as if someone had drawn back the curtains. There is a reason Fehmarn is known as the sunshine isle after all, I thought to myself, laughing.

Every muscle in my body went rigid as I climbed over the rocks and into the water. It was way too cold for late May, but I couldn’t care less. Adrenaline kicked in as soon as the kite started pulling at my harness. Apart from the occasional wipe outs, time stood still from then on. Awestruck, I watched the water turn from brown to green to a light blue and back to darker colours while clouds shot across the sky like arrows.

I wish I could make you feel the contentment that I felt as I lay myself at the mercy of Mother Nature, and I wonder if I will ever find the right words to describe how much these moments on the water really mean to me: The way they define me as a person. The way they teach me respect for myself and everything that surrounds me. The way they teach me to have faith in my own abilities. The way they empower me by making me feel so small and insignificant.

When I climbed out of the water about an hour later, I could hardly feel my feet anymore. I wish I could have fought the cold a little longer, but I’m grateful for every second I had out there. It’s only been a day, and I find myself looking forward to the next time, and the time after that, and another one after that, and another one after that…

Fehmarn Fabi

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