Originally Posted by persephone_returns
I wish I could give you a sensation of how it felt. Photographs seem to make all the waves smaller, and that static instant freezes the endless movement.
The taste of salt spray on tongue and skin...........sea-foam flying inland like snow...........every intake of breath so like ice that it strikes you alive..........the air moving so fast that you have to force your way through it or lie back against it.................and the constant roar of waves and wind so loud that you have to shout to a friend just beside you to be heard.
Adventures like these have been the most memorable with friends. All inhibitions gone. Just play and laughter and screaming out for the joy of feeling so alive, and the intense beauty of it all.
Sephie, I grew up living a block from the Ocean in Scituate, a small town in Massachsetts, it was the closest point of land in North America to Europe. The NorEAst storms were amazing and thrilling. Nature whipping herself into an ecstatic frenzy of cold, wind and foam, spray charging the air with electricity and pensive power. When a storm was on the way I wouldd scramble down to the shore and watch as the waves grew ever higher and the energy built itself into all encompassing wonder. The frigid winds whipping my hair against my face, my eyers squinted against sand and debris which had become the breath of the storm. I was alive, truly, blissfully, eternally alive in those precious moments, hours and days of wonder. Each storm was different, having a life and character of its own. Each one had a special howl that engulfed us in the eternal, it was as if the land and sea were making monumental, ferocious love to each other.
Never in my life have I felt more alive, more at one with nature, more purely invigorated and unimaginably happy. Sharing the wonder has forged an unbreakable bond between the sea and I. These were by far, the most purely alive and happy moments of my life.