Listen to the Waves

Have you ever been given the opportunity to sit on a beach, one that is engulfed by white sand that meets crystal clear water, and just be? Could you hear the waves crashing and swashing against the warm sand? And the sun—how warm and ferociously tender did the rays feel hitting your shoulders and nose? Was the strong wind pushing against your body? Were there birds cawing above your head that you could not look at because the sun’s rays would sting your eyes? Did you bury your toes in the soft yet grainy sand? Fortunately, I had the opportunity to encounter such beauty six years ago.

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I gazed at the waves—every single one of them. I watched as they rose and fell according to the earth’s gravitational pull. I listed as they crashed against the rocks, and gawked at the image such a phenomenon created. I stood where the salty water dissolved into the rocky shore. I fought the pull of the wind as my feet sank deeper into the white sand. I embraced the waves of peace that were washing over me. At that moment, nothing else mattered.