I once heard a description of how waves are formed. They start with far-off storms that result in tiny ripples carried great distances by the wind. Over thousands of miles, these undulations combine, organize, build in size. A pattern emerges and creates a swell. When the swell approaches land, the bottom of the ocean pushes the energy skyward and a wave forms, standing upright for one glorious moment. Generally, the bigger and fiercer the storm at its genesis, the bigger the wave. If Kyrgyzstan was my storm, maybe the Dawn Wall was my wave.
