I stand looking down upon crashing waves

Battering against the rocks,

Chipping away at it,

Changing it slowly over great spans of time.


Ocean spray splashes up the sides,

Sparkling like crystals as they touch my face,

Thrilling me even as my skin prickles from the cold.

Then it all vanishes a moment in gentle silence,

Leaving me wet and alone on the cliff.


It's scary waiting for the thrill of the white ocean spray

To wash over me


I never know when it will happen or how.


It's never the same sensation.

The same feeling.

Yet somehow, I find joy in it.

In uncertainty ,

In unpredicted