The wave

I dove through a wave this past weekend. It had been a while since I had taken such a plunge.

It was cold. It was invigorating. It was gushing and rushing. When I emerged from its tumult into peaceful waters, I wore it in my eyes and pushed it through my hair.

It was a wave about a year in the making. It was my wave. We were destined to crash. I met its rolling wall and pierced it with a seaward lunge. I dove toward depths, fathoms, crags, thrashing creatures, and a vast silence.

I turned back to see it splatter upon the sand and play out its end at my wife and children's feet. In an instant, our convergence was past and we were beyond one another, touching each other's beautiful mysteries.