Over And Over And Over
There is peace and solitude in wildness.
Skies, grey and inpenetrable, and wind fierce enough to leave even the strongest of us staggering for a moment.
And where better to experience the realities of weather than a place where land meets the ocean.
White caps on waves far out to sea and the air full of salt-tasting spray. The licking of lips and the blurring of vision. The wind roaring, almost deafening, yet not quite enough to dull the low rumble of stones, of shingle being tossed around on the beach, swash and backwash, over and over and over, by dark, untamed waves.
Simply power, isolating, inspiring awe and wonder.
To be in the midst of turmoil yet find the clarity of peace.
