At rest on barnacled sandstone shore, watching the playful tumbling waves, the white foam falling, splashes a fresh scent of life, a delightful dance.
Words by Jonathan McCallum
waves
storm laughter
storm waves, 7 bodyboarders and i, catching reforming monsters from the 9 foot waves breaking along rocks. moments of wind-foam falling like snow, cheering as we urge one another on to fuller & sandier heights or tumbling bubbling lows. spray of salty white spirit-like clouds causing momentary blindness, the closest i’ve been… the first time i’ve bobbed, laughed and hooted in a storm!
-jonathan @peoplepoesia
