Many think the ocean is repetitive. I don’t. There are days when she is calm, and the waves sound like rain on a city street. At this very moment, after a dozen second lead, the volume heightens at the crest then fades. I can tell the bullet wave sound from the typical waves because it goes sideways, very fast like a bullet. The high energetic days produce immense 12-15 foot waves which sound like thunder claps. Sometimes it slaps as if it was receiving a spanking! Last but not least, those long rogue waves that come out of nowhere, knocking bathers down… those who resist may get bruised, but those who surrender and go with the flow, remember the child in them, getting jostled about in a tickle match or pillow fight with flying feathers! Some, never return. To be lulled to sleep by the constant yet varying sounds of the waves is truly a privilege I cherish.
The Pacific is a magnanimous body of water which deserves everyone’s respect. Pachamama is indeed alive and well here!