The Sea

Author's note: I wrote this piece after being inspired by the idea of standing on the beach of Pewaukee Lake.

Waves crash, tossed into motion by a forceful wind. At my feet, the waves foamed onto tiny pebbles and sand, reaching out for a hold and failing…but attempting yet again to grasp the slippery surface of the earth. Their perseverance raged in my ears, echoing in the shadow veils in my mind, blocking out any other sounds.  A distance away my little blond son called to me, but his child-voice drowned in the rampage. Undaunted, he smiled and turned back to the sea, his little hand filled with rocks. One by one, he threw them, a gift offering to the relentless waves so ravenous for a taste of land.