It was a cool night, but a night like any other. The moon shone brightly across the dark sky. The wind blew gently against the trees, whispering secrets to one another. I closed my eyes and listened.

I heard the sound of crashing waves off in the distance. In a strange way, it called to me.

Come to me, it cried. I followed.

I knew the winding road through the trees to the nearby coast. It had been a while since I came and visited, but it was not Long enough to forget.

The scent of sea salt welcomes me with open arms. I closed my eyes and inhaled it, remembering old times. I spotted the cliff where I would run to as a child. It pulled me closer to it.

As I approached it, I felt the winds grow. They pushed against me, twirling my hair into wild curls. I could hear the whistle of the ocean breeze sing through the night. I couldn't help but smile.

Then I heard it. It was subtle at first, but grew louder; rolling thunder. My eyes lifted from the bottom of the cliff to the distant storm. Lighting lit the distant clouds where thunder crawled its way to me.

As I watched the storm, I felt calmer. I sat at the edge and let the scene take me. I wanted to become it. I watched s nature exposed herself.

With a gentle sigh, I felt as though I understood. I looked at part of the open sea and saw a calm horizon, while just to the other side grew a raging storm. The waves crashed beneath me, but they also rolled calmly to the shore.
Perhaps this was life. It's a balance full of chaos and peace. A storm could come through, but it will soon pass. An ocean full of crashing waves is just as beautiful as waves rolling to the shore. And maybe that's life. No matter how crazy or how peaceful, it is still beautiful. We must enjoy each and every moment just as we enjoy nature at any stage.