The crashing sound, the ice cold spray, the crushing force, the power that fills the very air. Life and death pouring out under me. Loud enough to drown the thoughts floating through my head. Harnessed held back by the hands of man. Small and insignificant, invigorated by the rumble under my feet. A moment in time, or a minute or hour. Time stands still, nothing matters. Just breath the moist fresh air deep into my lungs. Close my eyes to feel the spray on my face. Being small matters not in the face of such power. Swept away!
Beautiful Remade 