Crashing waves
Standing on a secluded cliff,
Turning my eyes to the sea.
I try to net with the smallest sniff
What freedom and oblivion may be.The waves crashing onto the rocky shore,
Each one inevitably fading away;
no longer being part of the bore
but instead washing over the cay.
Turning my eyes to the sea.
I try to net with the smallest sniff
What freedom and oblivion may be.The waves crashing onto the rocky shore,
Each one inevitably fading away;
no longer being part of the bore
but instead washing over the cay.
I wonder how it feels giving up to the stream,
My lungs filled with endless devotion;
For I realize the waves crashing to be redeemed
Don´t matter as long as they`re part of the ocean.
“Because there’s nothing more beautiful than the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shoreline, no matter how many times it’s sent away.” ―
“In high seas or in low seas,
I’m gonna be your friend…
I’m gonna be your friend.
In high tide or in low tide,
I’ll be by your side…
I’ll be by your side.”
―
“I couldn’t imagine living in a state that didn’t reach the ocean. It was a giant reset button. You could go to the edge of the land and see infinity and feel renewed.”
― Notes to Self
― Notes to Self
Great pictures and quotes as usual, Tom!
Awww Thanks my friend , Thanks for checking it out Tom
A wonderfull post Tom
Awww Thanks my friend I appreciate you checking it out and commenting Peter
This is the kind of scene I could sit and watch for ever. Nice captures Tom.
Was a Nice area you could get so close in, now I know why the area is packed on season Thanks for visiting and thanks for the nice comment Camellia