WAVES AS HIGH MOUNTAINS.. Sick!

The Girl under a Spell

The wide Dnipro roars and moans,
An angry wind howls aloft.
It bends the tall willows down,
Lifting waves as high as mountains.
And at that time a pale moon
Peeks out from behind a cloud now and then,
Like a tiny boat in a deep blue sea
It jumps up and dives down.
The cocks had yet to crow three times,
No one anywhere making a sound,
The owls in the grove called to each other,
And the ash tree creaked now and then.

-Taras Shevchenko

I miss surfing. Shevchenko knows what I am talking about.
The spell is school.