Standing on the rocky bulwark that summer’s day, the strength of the ocean was indisputable. The sea, an opaque blue, the sky serene, passive. Beneath the surface moved a force coercing unison . . .

The seemingly calm waters recoiled, drawing back, summoning itself to a living swell, before reaching toward the rocks, with the motion of a striking cobra.

Sitting close to those waters, one would watch for the rhythms, backing up on the slippery rocks, as the ocean collected itself with a force that surpassed politics. The billions of hydrogen particles pummeled the shoreline, then retreated into the hypnotic, deadly sea . . .

Included in the Daily Post Weekly Photo Challenge: H2O