The last rays of the sun dance across the ocean’s surface, weaving flashing threads of silver through the water.
Her mighty waves crash in the distance,
the air is filled with her fierce roars.
White sea foam swirls on wave crests then fades away as they crash again and again.
Salty spray pummels rocks and splashes up to frame the sky, blue on gray on blue.
Never resting, she moves and moves.
She tosses, churns, and rolls like the stormy clouds that fill the sky.

She pushes against the sandy boundaries confining her,
watery hands reaching towards the shore, rolling upwards towards the edges of the sand.
Until her tides are dragged back, gripped in the merciless paws of gravity.

Her attempts fruitless, at last she calms.
The shining sun rests gently on the horizon, slipping slowly out of sight.
The remaining waves are shot through with the colors of the sunset sky, refracting, breaking the boundaries of the color spectrum.
But slowly the colors fade, and the light is leeched from the world.
So she stills,
content to rest for the night.
Waiting for the morning, when she can roar again.