whooshing

Philips Island. The Nobbies. 2/6/19

Lava rocks were violently overcome by foamy waves near the bottom of Sumerland Bay. They were momentarily submerged under the fury of marine forces, wind gales that pointed to the endless windfall behind the hills. My ears were filled with the whooshing passage of storm-waves, begetting a sense of helplessness and perdition—a hopeful hopelessness. [1231]

.