A frantic turn of events has led to the mayhem.   In the up swell and rambling in time, the next set of turbulent waves delivers violent crests that crumble in the unforgiving troughs.

Miles off shore, the morning light cuts the horizon.  
I stood on the moving sand counting the sets as the dark water floods the tidal pools. 
 The sky does not lie and I leave this year with no regrets.  
As the morning reveals the new day and the sun set steals the light. 
 This year ends and a new one in sight.