crest

It pulses like the ocean. Beat upon throbbing beat. Wave upon crashing wave.  Feel it wash over you. Pounding and repeating and starting all over again.

The crescendo begins. Slowly, slowly, it builds.

The wave grows. Slowly, slowly, it rises.

The sounds transcend your ears, go straight into your soul. Here comes the tide. It’s getting louder, bigger, stronger.

The moment of mystery arrives. You know the moment when you see it, hear it, feel it.

The crest of the wave.

The climax of the music.

Hold your arms out.

Close your eyes.

Soar.

For this moment, we are free.