The beach was white as death.

I was dancing all over the sand that looked and felt like snow.

I can still feel the spray, if I try.

The great force displayed and reestablished with every surge,

With every wave a new landscape come crashing down on me.

The water doesn't know, but I felt its struggle.

The attempt to break free of the icy clutches of the omnipresent life-force,

Only to get dragged down,

Down,

Down,

And back.

And I can relate to it.

I can relate to the oceans dancing water.