A Silent Set

It will never be a pure, but compared to the background din of traffic and voices in the city where you live, it might as well be silent.  The shore and the sea compose a backing track to the otherwise quiet world.  In the windless air, the sounds pass easily to your ears.  But apart from that, there is nothing else in this haven.

From the quietness, a set appears.  It's only discernable by the shifting colours as it rushes unheralded below the surface.  You splash to prone position and push your hands through the water.  The disturbance creates pools of sound, but these self made swirls are drowned as you feel the ocean draining off the reef below you.  The first wave rears up with serpentine poise, mesmerising you with its gaze and smooth skinned curves.

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Effortlessly, it flicks forward and in an instant the soft washing on the shore is shattered with a crack and the stung reef roars in agony.   Still captivated by the sight, you watch the furore between the force unstoppable and the object immovable.  The barrel twists towards you and the beast on top exhales, a loud hiss of spray covers you and the world is all mist and noise.  You feel yourself slide over the back and you keep on stroking.  Another stealthy creature lies in wait.  Maybe its your wave.  Maybe you're its prey. 

The serenity seems like a lifetime ago, but that's doesn't matter.  The noise of the other world you left is pushed even deeper into depths of memory, and the clashing around you resonates within and hums in every sinew.

Its Friday.  Charge hard - on land and at sea.