Rush

Standing on a patch of grass here come a rogue wave of stormy power confronting me, daring me to stand my ground. I am defiant and snap a shot of the churning water. I see the huge logs tossed around. I stand my ground and snap again. Blasts of wind hit me and the crashing sound of wood on the metal of the bridge. I take a step back. It's almost on me, snap, snap back peddle snap. I have enough pictures. I want to see what I took so I retreat giving deference to my foe. What a rush it is to defy logic and reach out past my narrow existence.