I see it coming.
I see the leading, massive wave marking the peak of high tide
It rumbles towards me like a bull to a matador
Building up force the closer and closer it gets until
The icy, stinging slap of the wave slams over my body
Lifting me up and off my feet
Tumbling into the deep blue watery depths of the ocean.
The salt water explodes through my nose
As foggy bits of shells mixed with sand fly past my eyes in the undercurrent
My arms are ripped, scratched and burned from the ocean floor
And my lungs scream for air
As I tumble head over heels towards the shore.
My hair, gritty with sand, whips into my vulnerable eyes
And I strain them through the tornado of sand
Trying to figure out which way it is to the surface
But it all looks the same.
Slowly, slowly, my tumbling slackens to rolling
And I thrust my feet down into the sharp, shell littered bottom
Fighting against the massive wave
Fighting to break free of its strong hold.
A spray of sea foam lifts from the water and crashes above my head.