The Waves Breaking

Sometimes, I would go down to the beach and stare out, almost hypnotized, at the waves breaking the shoreline.This was my hide-out from reality.I would go there often, just to recover from the fast pace of the world I lived in or even just to recollect the thoughts in my mind.And then something happened.I was in a particularly foul mood and the need to recover from the “fast pace” was greater than ever. It had rained all afternoon and the beach was deserted. I had no problem claiming the rock that I’d always called my own.The massive waves, saved for occasions such as this, slammed onto the beach with terrifying brutality and after watching them for an hour or so, I became one with their steady, rhythmic pulse.Each time a white capped wall crashed onto the tormented shore, my heart would beat, both in perfect unison. I could feel my heart pounding beneath my sweater and suddenly, I was afraid it would stop.Paralyzed with fear, I could not move and I felt that if I did, my life would be over. I remained seated on the rock and as I watched the full moon rise up into the blackened sky still, I could not move.And it was in that space of time… when I began to feel like I should move, something happened.The stars in the sky seemed to get bigger and brighter.My heart and the waves beat together in unison one last time.The stars in the sky faded slowly away, twinkling, dimmer and dimmer…

The Waves Breaking

deb cole

Hamilton, Canada

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