The sound was deafening. A roar, falling and rising, sending white foam crashing against the shore.
Even standing away from the waves, he could feel the spray against his face, smell the salt on his skin. He felt sticky.
The afternoon sun beat down on him, draining him of energy, making him lethargic, tired, weary. He wanted to lie down and let the Great Ocean wash him away.
But he had not co...