wildtidewords

It is impossible to put into words the way the sun dances across the ocean’s surface. It’s a spectacularly beautiful thing — watching the sun and the sea flirt together, two lovers constantly intertwined, perpetually hungry for each other’s touch.

Their love is the stuff of legends, really — each gasping for more of the other, a teardrop of salt touching a shard of fire. On their own, they are pretty. But together, they become breathtaking.

The way the sun burns through sea spray… it’s like the sky has been torn open and stars have erupted from its bleeding soul to fall upon the sea’s surface.

I mean, come on — a sunset? A sunset is the embodiment of love, surely. The sun and the sea have been dancing together all day, and when it’s time to part, they can’t quite pull away. The sun bleeds into the sea. You can almost hear their cries as they split apart — a final, longing kiss dripping with colours you only find in dreams.

The sun and sea complement each other the way only opposites can.

Have you ever sunk below the sea and looked up — catching a glimpse of the light slicing through the surface above? You’re enveloped by a soft pressure, a sea’s hug, and then it’s as if the ocean turns you over and says:

“Look. Look at my sun. Look at the one I’ve been dancing with for millennia. See how she shines.”

And you look up, and there — streaming down above you — are blades of incandescent light. And if you had any more breath to give, you know it would’ve been snatched away in that moment. No one can witness something so nerve-shattering and still hold breath in their lungs.

The sun’s rays dance through the water, gently caressing the sea. It’s an earth-ending, mind-blowing beauty — enough to make you whoop, and dance, and sing to the sky that finally, you understand what life is all about.