Mike Rawlings:  

Life After high school, I found myself gazing into the depths of a cold black night. I stood on the beach and contemplated the immensity of the Atlantic Ocean. I listened to the wind as it rushed over the waves. It seemed to follow the path created by the shimmering light cast by the moon. The wind suddenly glided across my face, curved around my neck and tobogganed down my back. Thoughtlessly it released it's icy fingers into my spine and it felt like cold darts shooting through my body, reaching to every extremity before exiting like tiny bolts of electricity, causing my entire body to shiver. I became mesmerized as the waves gently planted kisses onto the moonlit seashore and then quietly retreated into the night. It occurred to me that the peace of the ocean was similar to the peace of a sleeping lion. I knew at any moment the power of the now sleeping ocean could suddenly be unleashed into a mighty wave of energy - a towering wall of water with enough power to indifferently level...Expand for more