I like movement, okay?
I especially like wind, because it makes the element of air alive. The air is (hopefully!) always there, and I need it to live, but I don't really think about it much of the time, unless it's windy. Because then it's pushy and it's noisy and it's cold and warm and steals my breath and tears up my eyes and rampages around doing all kinds of things. And when the air is moving, it makes everything else move too; if you're out on a windy day, the trees are whipping back and forth and roaring, and the tops of the waves are flying through the sky, and the clouds are tearing along, and the sand's making drifts and tiny dunes like snow, and that's nothing on if it's snowing. I find it impossible to feel down or low energy when I'm out in the wind; the wind won't let me.
I am unable to resist throwing my arms wide in embrace and turning my face to the sky.
Waves are different. Waves reveal the shapes of things, but also make them, and are also their own thing. They don't create movement the way wind does (unless you're in a boat), but if you watch waves, you see how they're both positive and negative space at once. A wave is shaped by the shape of the sea floor and the coast and the wind, but it also takes a definite form. You can sort of tell what a wave will do knowing the form of the rocks, and having watched other waves, but it will never look exactly like you think, and the shape it takes will always show you more about the land around it, and the power behind it. It's like a basic physics text book, except when it's like chaos theory.
And of course the wind and the waves shape each other, and the land around them.
"Once by the Pacific" by Robert Frost
The shattered water made a misty din.
Great waves looked over others coming in,
And thought of doing something to the shore
That water never did to land before.
The clouds were low and hairy in the skies,
Like locks blown forward in the gleam of eyes.
You could not tell, and yet it looked as if
The shore was lucky in being backed by cliff,
The cliff in being backed by continent;
It looked as if a night of dark intent
Was coming, and not only a night, an age.
Someone had better be prepared for rage.
There would be more than ocean-water broken
Before God's last Put out the light was spoken.
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