November 6, 2012

The Obituary Of Waves

I read this on my reader and for a moment fell in love with the thought.  I wanted this to never get lost, so am re-posting here. *** Waves. Nobody ever writes them. No one stops and thinks about how they come to an end, using up their dying breath to sometimes crash passionately against the rocks and sometimes kiss the sand tenderly before disappearing. I wonder if the waves know they are rushing towards their end? Or maybe they think that what lies in front is a whole new destination. But we all sit by the shore and watch them. And listen to the sound ages after it dies…