Beyond the break, deeper than a surfer should be, I watch the unending waves blossom up from the rippled glass border between two worlds. Each one is perfectly imperfect, a precisely balanced burst of pure energy born only from the sea itself. Chaos and order blended together into form and function to bring both life and death to the jagged shore, birthing stony beaches from the ruins of countless crushed empires. It’s all a cycle, just like you and I, back and forth again and again until what feels like forever finally comes. 

Tonight the guise of the moon is marked with penumbra, and from the frosted bench perched upon seaside cliff the dog and I watched the slow crawl of subtle darkness spread across her ghostly face. We take her for granted, our gentle moon - almost none will witness this coming of a darker time, an eclipse at an ungodly hour, a moment of shadow at when so few will see it. A secret, an unspoken bond, a kinship for the faithful few. 

I have been trying for years now to explain this pull within me, this gentle feeling of asomatous gravity deep inside my chest, but I never manage to capture it. I want to be able to explain the way these things appear to my eyes, how they resound within me, and why they all seem so foreign and yet so familiar. I wish I could help you to understand this, I wish you knew this weight and why it is so foolishly important. I wish I knew who to tell these secrets to.