I sit here by the bay and as I look toward the horizon, the water seems calm. A little ruffled by the passing wind, but over all calm. As the ruffly edges move towards the shore, they swell. And with a gentle crash, they land upon the cliff side, more like the energy has been released, rather than by intention.
But periodically, they swell to something larger than before, a sharp edge becomes defined and they crash in on themselves, sending sound and spray through the air.
Leaving in their passing a white froth of churned up sea, sand and air.
A seemingly smooth path forms off shore, in water where a current of some strength is moving at cross purposes to the waves reaching for the shore.
