My feet are still against the crashing waves coming forth to me. I feel aware that this is dangerous as the panic sets in when my feet move closer to the rage. The seagulls above scream below like they’re warning me of the fate I am walking towards but I pay them no mind. The sand soft between my toes causes my eyes to close to savor the gentleness the storm offers. The water rushes past my waist as I stop finally in the center, accepting the adrenaline so I no longer fear; the ocean. I have triumphed my fear.