White Crest

Another rainy day. With a stormy wind. Is the typhoon coming? or has it passed already?
I like typhoons. I feel thrilled when I see all the rage of nature. When I was young, I used sometimes to drive to see ocean right before a big typhoon came.
I was awestruck by the power of nature that looked far beyond human existence. A swell emerges from water, runs for some time and then breaks. The crest curls over and crashes into the base of the wave. The waves after waves are rushing toward the shore roaring, with a white, glowing crest blown backward by angry wind, leaving streaks of flying white spray behind, under a dark ominous looking sky. It was like a scene I once saw in a nightmare.
I do not took that trouble any more. But sometimes I remember the scene. Perhaps it is to "Memento Mori".