Surf’s thunderous crashes, deafening
Crests lit by waning rays, shimmering
You ventured ever further, terrified
Stood, fell, emerged, froze, petrified
Held your breath, closed your eyes
Disappeared, an instant
You were gone, a moment
Lost, an eternity
On the sand, the wave died at my feet
On the edge, gold sliver, incomplete
We both watched with emotion
The sun sink in the ocean.
Few of us are impervious to the bone-chilling cold that often envelops our world, at such northerly latitudes (I live at 50 degrees North, on the Canadian Prairies), in the deep of winter.
However, we dress up, fall in, line up, and march on. Head held high, we persevere. It is what we do. We are who we are. We know…
Spring is just around the corner. This simple thought brings a smile to my face.