A turbulent  sea after the storm in the night, the tail end of the rage that crashes wild, white horses into the strand. The power is mesmerising as they break over the head and drive the body into the sand below.

Actual swimming is limited, as the hooves and manes incessant plunder of the space, captures the focus, so that I am not dragged under or pulled back with the undertow.

This is invigoration at its highest point. Go with the flow, as I cannot stand against it, even in the shallows.
“Deep calls to deep at the roar of your waterfalls; all your breakers and your waves have gone over me.
By day the LORD commands his steadfast love, and at night his song is with me, a prayer to the God of my life.” Psalm 42

The human body is so weak, as we see ourselves in the great creation, and we realise we are at the mercy of forces greater than ourselves.

The ocean is one of those powerhouses that are unstoppable.