Feb 10
2 min read
The Wave in My Head
A sensation filled with love and gratitude
Roaring and mighty, she rushes in. Like a furious dance of many angry beasts. Yet on her crest, as if for adornment, a continuous row of joyfully jigging whitecaps.
Claims her ground with nothing to rise next to her. Asserts sovereignty, even if only for an agonizing instant. Terrifies with all her force.
