Sea Dance

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

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