There is a moment that happens just before a wave breaks. A split second more like. There is a hush, an anticipatory stillness, a pause – and then everything comes crashing down itself, bounding forward towards the shore. I like that moment. I live for that moment. Before I came here, an old friend of the family (Frank) took me by the shoulder and said, “don’t forget to enjoy being on the brink of things. It really is the best time of life.” I noted at the time, to remember that. And now I am.
How well you have described that moment – I can hear it now, and yearn for the sea!
Reminds me of something I read somewhere: “If you’re not living life on the edge, you’re taking up too much room.” Don’t recall who said it or I’d attribute it. I’m glad your brinksmanship is paying off!
Perfect described
What a stunning photo! It seems to have so much activity in it yet it’s still so serene.
Just as you describe really.
Yes yes. Thank you for reminding me of this.
Wonderful photo and description: the foam at the edge of that wave, the ripples…and what wise advice