Howling, sighing, and ripping through my hair,
the wind smells of salted air.
Crashing, breaking, and exploding on the rocks,
the spray of the waves soak my socks.
Refracting, reflecting and blinding me of sight,
the last dregs of day give way to night.

My mind is silent, and my heart is calm.
My neck is stiff, and my nose is cold.

I breathe deeply, and without qualm.
I accept that my youth is growing old.


But I'm alive.