Take My Breath Away

One of the nicest things, actually one of the only nice things, about working here in no man's land is the beautiful views along the water. I love watching the waves as they hit the shoreline. There's something about the swooshy noise that the waves make that I find fascinating. I'm not really quite sure, I think it's because the waves maintain this rhythm. Even it starts to move faster and faster. Something about watching the waves move makes me want to dip my toes in, even though I know that the water is freezing cold. So cold that it will send goose bumps up and down my spine. All I know is that I would love to feel the sand between my toes, and feel the waves wash over my feet. The waves beckon towards me, calling me to feel the rhythm of their swoosh. To feel the way their waves rock back in forth. At faster and faster speeds, to they hit their peak, and then slow down again. Until they build up speed again, to reach their next peak. The waves will follow this pattern all day, everyday. It's pretty amazing when you think about it. There aren't too many things in nature that can do that.