I sat cross-legged on the sandy shore and stared at the horizon in front of me. Waves of deep royal blue crept towards me before running away, only to repeat the process in a cycle that caused droplets of salty water to spray onto my bare, sand-encrusted feet. But beyond those magical waves was something even more amazing and breath-taking: The sunset. Beautiful smudges of coral, lavender, turquoise, and a fiery orange blended together to create a sight so astounding it swept me away from all of my worries, just like the waves creeping over seashells and stealing them in a matter of seconds.
Below the surface, no matter how still, are unstoppable currents moving unimaginable volumes of briny water many thousands of kilometers. From above it seems no more alive than a bucket of water, yet below is more life than the skies above or the the land it kisses. The wind that gusted gave the ocean’s surface the look of shattered glass, each tiny facet both reflecting a portion of the wintry sun rays and refracting the rest.
The vast ocean in front of me was my home, where I belonged, a place to escape from my life.
No description can truly capture its mysterious majesty, yet only a few words can express its beauty.