Once there was this other life here. Where the sand got cold enough to numb your feet. The ocean spray drifted in from the beyond and sent its thick tendrils through your morning windows. In this time the ocean took out its rage in thundering blows on the shore all night long. Its passionate, relentless pounding the whole world you slept to. What a force it is, driving people to fervor. The glaze in their eyes as they drink in the splendor, the strength, the abyss. I courted my would-be bride in front of this raging ocean. Stripping myself bare to reveal my courage to her, to show her what I might do for her love. Dive in the ocean for her in the pitch black. What did it mean? Some primal mating ritual passed through thousands of years in dna. Stand unevolved in a manufactured world. It was December and I'm sure the water was cold ass cold. We are still together. This ocean is much as we've left it. It is still powerful and I would watch it for hours, let it wrap me in its seething malice and deposit me on shore in a heap, just to feel its embrace again and again.
