They will see the hurricanes.
And they will notice the waves
But we, the few, see the drops on the waters
Among the tideless days.
They will hear of the storms that ravage the coasts.
But those closeby will watch the ripples on once still waters.
They will say the ocean is endless and vast.
We witnessed the splash of water into our boat,
and the warmth of the water as it touched our feet.
This moment is not as the books say nor as the news reports to the masses. This moment, and it’s importance is the fading breeze that briefly cooled my exhausted skin.
Only the few can see the rain in its close, relaxed hydrology. Only a few can see the many ripples that echo outward to the countless shores of the oceans.
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