Updated: Sep 30, 2020
I stood on a cliff overlooking the ocean.
With every breath, the tide rose.
It was methodical.
Waves lurched forward---a rabid dog gnashing its teeth.
Rising, building, and eventually collapsing on the rocks like a felled domino.
White edges surrounded a turquoise heart of chaos.
With each beat, a rolling thunder reverberated through the cove---the war cry of the sea.