Nothing else dares to exist. If there was ever a time when beauty and violence co-exist, the coastal storm is the pinnacle of both. The storm also puts the dreams of the observer into perspective. Yet the strength of nature, as reflected in the storm, also inspires a sense that anything is possible, even achievable. The beauty of the storm is that no one ever sees it to the end.
Most viewers grow to cold or tired and head for shelter.
The only thing that remains is the stark, gray tone that hangs in the air and over the ocean. It's a color that has never been successfully reproduced, because like a sunset over the volcanoes of Hawaii, or the blinding white of a snowstorm in the Mount Washington Valley, the gray of a coastal storm registers directly on the mind as a feeling, a sensation of power, rather than a visual stimulus that can be tucked away for later use. Their are many reason why people yearn to be by the ocean. The serenity, the perpetually fresh sea breezes, or the hypnotic sound of the waves striking the beach. I love living here for one simple reason.