Calm

I have always loved the sea. It's only natural that i do, I have lived beside it for 20 years.

I also remember the time I was a liitle girl and scared by the huge waves, scared they would swallow me. I used to run as far away as i could from them. As the years passed the sea was still mighty, my perception of it changed. I loved the sea for the very characteristics that I used to be scared of.

There is certain hidden calm in the waves thrashing on the rocks. They ebb, rising again to corrode the sand, to slowly continue its work on the rock creating moist life, shaping it. The waves rising washing away details.

Mother nature has given us another pehenomenon the majestic mountains. They are at altitudes I can't even fathom, covered in snow, white as a sheet. The afternoon sun glistening, reflecting on the snow, shining in my eyes. It sparks warmth within me and cool clamness.

Night descends quicker in the mountains. It is pitch dark, the sound of the stream below is also heard. Miles of quiet.

When the moon rises the sea is voluminous, consuming. Loud and high the waves beckon. Chaos.

The sea with its friction breathes into me conflict. The mind and heart quarreling, then reaching stillness.

The majestic mountain, panic it brings. Pitch black silence and the sweet flowing stream soothes me.