Why am I fascinated by ocean waves?
The rush of the air twirling between waves, the ever-changing formations, the crashing sound of water upon sand, the bubbles and foam, blues, greys and greens dancing on the surface…
But beyond what my physical senses extract, there is a beautiful essence.
Some kind of magical reflection of the illusion of time.
I say magical only b/c I can’t explain or attempt to put into words what it is that moves me to watch the waves. Over and over. To listen to the story of past, future and now all crashing to the shore as One.
a whisper there, a wisdom?