THE  27Th  EDITIOn

There’s something quite comforting to me about the image of a giant wave about to crash against one minuscule black silhouette.

 

Because in that vision, that silhouette is me. 

 

Tiny and helpless against the massive skyscraper of water (a deadly substance that I admit terrifies me a bit in certain circumstances), coming at you with the force of thousands.

 

It’s just me... I’m all alone. I am the only black silhouette, gazing upon the monstrous watery crest, which is, in turn, looking down on me with impending doom—knowing it’s about to smack everything in its path, leaving nothing short of a devastating wreckage, chaotically strewn about.

 

And then mercilessly, it hits. 

 

The force is indescribable as I am whipped back, my limbs snapping wildly in all directions as I get thrashed around in the belly of the beast.

 

In this vision, I never drown –- I don’t even breathe. Don’t need to.  I get to be submerged – wrapped and encased completely. With no escape. Enveloped by the substance with the capability of encouraging life and sentencing death. Pain and emotion surrounds me and yet oddly…

 

It should be terrifying but I feel safe. And important. Because it’s only me in the vision. I am special. For I am the only one. I’m insignificant, solitary, I’m a minuscule black mass amidst the great heaping hills. The translucent green sea looming gracefully above me, below, and in every direction. 

 

It’s best to look up though– towards the sun. You can see the color of the water through the rays, under the gentle waves — observe the pale green that looks like tumbled sea glass, or pottery glaze. The tremendous wave already did the worst of its damage. The storm is seceding, and what was once an unforgiving, blue-grey skyscraper is now a rolling grassy hill - a giant cocoon in which I am the caterpillar, not quite ready to emerge back into the world.