There are a lot of things that are beyond just us. They are bigger than our words, more grand than our perception.
Religion for example evolved in some ways to express what is beyond ourselves and that which cannot be comprehended by our senses or consciousness.
The ocean is so large it’s beyond comprehension as well.
In the ocean I feel a part of something much bigger than myself.
I miss it.
I haven’t surfed in a while.
I don’t miss the cold.
I miss the waves.
And I miss the feeling.
For sure.
And most of all?
I miss the onomatopoeia.
There’s nothing quite like surfing.
Language fails in communicating the experience.
After surfing, I don’t merely speak in onomatopoeia.
I think in onomatopoeia
And after a long day in the water?
I dream in onomatopoeia too.
All of the sounds and all of the feelings from wave riding only seem to come out in gibberish.
Perhaps that’s the language of joy?
Either way, describing a day of wave riding has a lot of: guahhhhh’s and ffaffafffaffaahhhfffffaaa’s and wha-pah’s!
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