#2: The Wind & The Sea

By Casiel Jimenez-Sanchez

Walking through the pier, I could feel the wind biting for my attention, for a shared secret between each other, but I fixated on the dark waves darting through the plains. I conversed with the sea for a while. She did not have much to share except for her regurgitating mantra that soothes. On the contrary, she wanted to play. She knows I think about her often, and riding with the sea at this moment felt right. To forget about the contingencies I create when the outcome is uncertain is a form of power that I was willing to take from the universe.

Up comes the wind with great furor, causing me to tumble through the waves until I collide against one of the pilings. I was left dazed and ashore with the wind and sea by my side, oscillating between feelings of betrayal and understanding. I thought about the immense power and sheer force of the wind unleashed upon the vastness of the sea, a testament to the wind's autonomy. Yet, the sea's ability to withstand the unpredictable nature of the wind was something to behold.

With a bump on my head and lips seasoned, I drew a smoke, lit the end with a match, and watched it burn as I always do.