Photo: Sue Vincent
She’d never have believed the vastness had she not been there to see it.
On the edge of endlessness.
The breath of eons crashing at her feet.
The spray of ancient rhythms that had been there
Through war and storm and hope and flood and cold and warm and days like this when no one but herself was there to witness it.
She’d never have believed the power that it held, contained within each curl of wave, in every roll of whitecap licking sand.
It filled her.
With awe and ache and gnawing yearning to something that went beyond her words and into thoughts unformed, or perhaps ones made of memories in utero: the hiss, the beat, the drums of hearts.
To merge into
In endless harmony.
For Sue Vincent’s WritePhoto (2nd week)