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The Roaring In Front Of You
Digital soothing drops № 18
Far out, the surface curves beneath the calm line of the horizon. Just a little up and down. Still hesitantly, the slumbering power reveals itself under the wide sky. A gentle gurgle, perhaps.
And the closer it gets to the land, the more it begins to bulge, to rear up and show its true strength. The gentle gurgle grows into a courageous murmur.
The space between heaven and earth narrows and the sea towers up. The murmur rolls with the rearing water into a thunderous shout. And just before the landfall, the chasm opens, the wave foams and begins to roar.
And on land you stand there, your feet in the water, your toes gripping the sand that refuses to be gripped and melts between them. You have the feeling that you are the target of the all devouring wave.
The roar comes straight at you, will eat you, swallow you, snatch you from the land.
But is this inevitable, inescapable?
A step or two back. A little yielding. A tiny bit of distance, just so little is needed. A wisp of foresight, a handful flexibility in the choice of where you put your feet and a modicum of indulgence is all it takes to go from feared disaster to loving encounter.
