When there are no words,
there is woah.
Wide eyed. Open mouthed.
Can’t keep it in. Or can’t spit it out.
We know that woah.
Because, out here, we all speak, seek, and feel it.
The first timers. And all timers.
The ones who send it. And the ones who see it.
Some find woah in that golden hour shine.
Others find it in shiny gold medals.
No matter the woah, one ain’t enough.
Every time you catch it; a new chase begins.
Fueled by the feeling of the last.
And the unknown of the next.
So don’t wait for woah. This is a feeling to forever keep chasing.

Ready.
Set.
Woah.