From afar, upon the sea, a new wave begins to rise. Like a bud that, after a silent winter, finally unfurls its tip of green. It moves to its own rhythm, calling upon the wind, the sun, the moon, gathering every drop of water around it, weaving itself into form.
Some cast eager eyes upon it, hoping to ride its force towards a different place. Some shrink back in fear, only to be caught unaware, swallowed whole in the next fleeting moment. Some seem untouched by concern, first caught in its curling embrace, then stretching out, gazing around, lost in careless rest.
Quickly, the new wave rises, sees countless others before it, behind it, just like itself. Soon, its deep blue and frothing white dissolve once more into the sea. Then in a breath, another wave has just lifted its head.