As the ocean gains momentum, her warming will expand to flood the coast. Waves crashing on the weathered rocks throw themselves with abandon and with joy, yield to certain death, destruction with such glory and such faith. Broken bodies born again in distant swells are drawn once more to waiting shores. The thundering of surf is almost deafening. Whales call, un-orchestrated in the depths.
Echoes reverberate across vast and distant deep sea canyons.
Submerged melody, wrapped in mystery, listen close for nuance in the noise. As I walk back up the trail to where the stream begins, my spirit thanks the sky for the wisdom of the sea. I bid farewell to the place where beauty dwells and the homeland of my heart.