I know who I am. That doesn’t mean others do, but I couldn’t care less. I am meant to be alone; at least, that’s the conclusion I’ve finally come to.

    You’d think that, living in Florida, I’d be one of those stupid-happy kind of people, right?

    Wrong. I am here to practice, practice, practice. I am here to learn. I am here to solidify myself regardless of the looks people give me. No. I definitely do not practice in front of them. I wait until the night when a few large waves and some guy standing on the beach won’t seem like much.

    But waves are not all I can do. I have done more. Much more. But I’m very careful about it every time.

    I live by myself; it gives me more privacy and time. I hate working days but it’s a necessity. At least, it was.

    I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m leaving. I don’t know how I came to this conclusion or why, but it has to happen. My heart wishes to stay at the beach and move with the water as I so desire to do every night -- as I find irresistible to do on the night of a full moon -- but I am drawn to the city. And I must go.

    No place has ever held me. I have always travelled from place to place, wandering here and there, taking in sights, sounds, sensations. But I have loved Florida the most.

    But this was not my destination any longer. The city beckoned. I didn’t know why. And I didn’t quite think it mattered.

    Tonight, I would practice once more with the ocean. My thoughts alone were a weapon. It took immense concentration at first, but as I became more and more inept at the creation and control, it took less and less effort. Nowadays, I barely thought before the water moved at my will.

    The waves were growing ever larger as I stood in the dark, under the light of the full moon, watching the water as though I were mesmerized by it’s movements.

    But I was in control of it’s movements, and that was simply wondrous. The grin that crossed my face was one of sheer pleasure as I manipulated the water to my will. It rose and fell, crashing on the beach, sending a spray that reached yards beyond the shoreline before receding again. And of course, when I wished it, shapes appeared in the water. I could make the fin of a shark appear on the surface and so much more.

    But of course, it was always risky to do anything too unusual. But the underwater animal bodies were a favorite. Dolphins, sharks, fish and so much more. And yes, I know sharks are fish, but I don’t care.

    I knew the water was forming in the bodies, and upon thought, two dolphins, created out of water itself, jumped out of the water, shining unbelievably, before diving back into the water. And I sort of envied them for having a partner. I shook it off quickly, refusing to think of it further.

And truly, if I had wanted to, they would have jumped fifty feet in the air and exploded into droplets, but that wasn’t my wish tonight. Just practice, practice, practice. And so I did.

    And the illusions I made from water were fantastic.

    Such a shame they would be the last ones I made on this beach for the foreseeable future.