There are miles of it, so much so, that the human eye can’t capture it all.
Its blue hues are grasped from the sky, and when the sky changes color; so does the sea.
It can be cold or warm. Quiet or loud. Restless or still. Eerie or calming. Alluring or repelling.
A sandcastle washed away with one single wave.
A breath of the salty air, while walking on the shore.
The sand in between your toes, as the water washes it away.
This ocean, this world, has a hold on us.
Our eyes pulling us into the water.
It calls us.