The rolling waves, the salty air, the cold wind. She calls to me.

Spray lingers as waves hit rocks and land. Birds scatter in seemingly random patterns.

Have you ever listened to her song?

Ran your toes through her silky shores of sand?

Have you explored her caverns or climbed her rocky cliffs?

She’s taken lives and yet I still seek her beauty.

She fills me with peace when I’m in her presence.

Her storms are liberating in their force, they make me yearn for that release.

She knows me.

She hears me.

I am forever her greatest admirer.