Storm clouds shadowing, the sky angry and dark; Whipping winds so strong I can hardly stand- Churning the Mistress atlantic's temper madly, Spitting and hissing her fury towards the land.
The enormous swells heave over, under and bold. Mistress North Atlantic is in an agitated travail- Flinging streams of salty spray fiercely ashore. I can clearly hear her moan and the troubled wail.
Transfixed I am, high on the edge of unsettled cliffs; Watching the convulsing ocean churning so far down. The sea foaming beneath me, wild and relentless as if in pain. And yet my feet feel like wings ready to lift off the ground.
The deafening waves are thunderous and misty cold- Exhileration-my emotions feel like they are ready to burst. And my spirit seeks the addiction of the salty sea air. My soul towards the sea mistress is full of passionate thirst.
On stormy days like this, intoxicating emotions sweep over me. Mistress North Atlantic never fails to present me my highs- Times like this when my heart pumps as fanatically as the sea- Adrenaline overload-From my Salt Water Joys..
