waves at Wind & Sea beach, canon digital rebel xti
My husband phoned me up yesterday morning telling me that there were 20 foot waves and encouraged me to go to the beach and watch. This does not happen very often here and when it does, surfers are encouraged to stay out of the water (but of course the seasoned ones rarely heed that warning).
When I arrived, the cliff above the beach was lined with a plethora of people. Strangers were having conversations about the power and beauty. Interesting how nature can bring us together as one big tribe of appreciation and awe. I always marvel at this when we're hiking and everyone that passes says "hello" and/or smiles. It is a nod of understanding between nature lovers that doesn't happen when crossing one another on a city street.
Although, rather than join the tribe up at the cliff, I was craving some quiet time, so I took a risk and walked down the steps to the rocks and got a bit closer. When I sat down, feeling the splashes of water on my skin, I was joined by a winged friend. I felt like he was trying to communicate that I really shouldn't share this alone.
my winged friend, canon digital rebel xti
So there we sat, side by side, feeling the powerful vibration of the thump beneath the rocks one after the other. This particular beach always has these three waves in a row which made it even a bit more eerie.
My mind has been full of noise lately. A weight lifted as I curled my knees to my chest, sat my chin on my knee and let the noise drift into the sea while the hush that I've been craving breathed through me. My winged friend stayed with me until I left.