{"id":3528,"date":"2005-08-22T00:03:19","date_gmt":"2005-08-22T04:03:19","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=3528"},"modified":"2010-07-13T10:52:57","modified_gmt":"2010-07-13T14:52:57","slug":"heaven","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=3528","title":{"rendered":"Heaven"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Swimming today.  There was a heaviness in the air &#8211; The air itself was almost green, thick and heavy with impending weather.  At the beach, there were thick black clouds marching over the whiteness of the rest of the sky.  The clouds came from the south in a black wall.  And so the sky was half black, half white.  Beautiful.  No rain.  And the ocean was a slate grey, dark, chilly, with nice big waves, rolling in, one after the other.  It takes your breath away. So does the salt air.  The beach wasn&#8217;t really crowded, because it wasn&#8217;t sunny, but there were lifeguards on duty, and tons of surfers paddling out to meet the waves.  The water was cold (at least compared to the humid air) &#8211; so refreshing you almost felt like laughing out loud.  Which I did.  I never wanted to leave the ocean.  There was almost no seaweed.  I was by myself, and I just swam and rode waves in and bobbed up and down on my back, riding up and down the huge swells, for about an hour.  I never wanted to leave.  Walking back to my car, through the sun which had just then weakly re-appeared, my skin felt tight and clean.  Salt-soaked.  That first shock, when diving into the water, is awesome.  After you get used to the cold, it&#8217;s kind of like &#8230; damn.  I never ever want to get out of the ocean.  Ever.  I&#8217;m from the Ocean State.  I&#8217;m a Rhode Island girl, through and through.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Swimming today. There was a heaviness in the air &#8211; The air itself was almost green, thick and heavy with impending weather. At the beach, there were thick black clouds marching over the whiteness of the rest of the sky. &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=3528\">Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[3],"tags":[184],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3528"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=3528"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3528\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":19438,"href":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3528\/revisions\/19438"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=3528"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=3528"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=3528"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}