Seahorses

"If you stare out there long enough, you will eventually find what you are looking for". That day we sat, watching the waves beat against the shore. It was the first time I had ever heard of a seahorse. I imagined white, colossal sized horses thundering above the waves. How proud they must be, galloping along the sea, riding the storm. Do they personify the rage and strength or the stunning beauty of the sea? As they approached the shoreline I awaited their destructive destiny, the kamikazes of the sea, one final lenght and they were gone. But it's just a photograph I tell myself. The memory of my Grandfather’s words tells me otherwise.