It's so pretty.
She stood transfixed, watching the white-tipped waves breaking onto the rocks, tasting the salt spray on her tongue. It was amazing that something so flat and calm could transform into something else entirely, something with so much power. Something that looks so beautiful.
She looks for the patterns in the water, seeking out the turquoise patches rippling and bending in the light. She doesn't notice as the wind grows stronger and stronger; her eyes are searching for the swirls and eddies within the current.
Even as she is hurled towards the surface of the water, she can't help but observe each tiny crest on the tidal wave that closes over her head.