Watching Waves Break

From the shoreside deep on the horizon an army approaches. Whirling twirling unfurling hidden depths rush forward almost mechanically. Sometimes menacingly grey cold and icy camouflage heaving its way onwards often taking those who dare stand in its path. Other times more friendly, offering juxtaposed tranquil distinguished turquoise, and inviting blues and greens crusted with purest pearly curls, or showering spectacular diamonds like confetti over wedding party. Playful tide kissing caressing bodies feet and shores. Until time to retreat replenishing its strength, before diligently returning waving to those who care to watch once more.