It was a freak of nature. The last time anyone saw something this big was a week before that huge nor’eastern last February. There were 12 foot waves pounding the coastline. Anyone who treated the sport like a god covered their entire body in thick neoprene just to get a sample of it. I didn’t, but I did watch them ride the monsters while it began to snow.
It all happened at once. I saw a tube of dark, black water come up my left side, tower over my head, then cover my right side before the wave crashed, sounding louder than a sonic boom, waking up anyone living three blocks away from the beach. Instinctively, I covered my head and face with my arms and opened my mouth to scream as the light faded away. Just as I was done drawing my breath, the huge wave swallowed me whole, leaving me to tumble around underwater.
I held onto my breath for dear life. I flipped in an endless amount of directions, up, down, left, right. I didn’t dare open my eyes. I was too afraid. Something butted my left side.