As I lay here last night, in the darkness within the storm, my senses heightened, I could hear the waves pounding, crashing against the rocks, against each other. Their rhythm moved me, feeding an energy that is increasing, building, gaining strength... far beyond my control. Like lovers pulsing, in intimate, intense motion with each other, they rolled and surged and tumbled over one another, again and again and again...I wanted to move with them, engulfed by a power greater than my own. I longed to join in that dance. I wanted to be one with the breathing of the earth and the caressing of the waves. I wanted to fully embody the nature of water which is both soft and hard, gentle and powerful, able to support a small feather floating on its surface and move a mountain, carving its way through the rocks in search of the sea. I wanted to ride the earth as it shook, until we reached the place where lovers go, hearts pounding in unison, joyously abandoning the worries of this world, to join the cosmos in a dance of the senses, unmatched by those on earth...
And now the tide is out, and snow is falling… the serenity of this place is stunning. Even after the storm last night raged and shook my senses, all is quiet… there is peace, intimate and deep. It is breathtaking to lie here in bed, with the shades open to the waters, watching white lace as it falls from the sky, lending an easy gentleness to those hard marine edges… the docks, the rocks the timbers… softening the edge of the shoreline itself... slowly taking the watery shape of the swell, melting into it… becoming part of the rising and falling… of the breaking of the waves. Flowing in this new form to places beyond the edge.
This place is unaccustomed to soft white blankets, but somehow, this time, the offer is accepted. The silence is beautiful…
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