I love the ocean – the far reaches of that expanse of water draws me to it. The sea has its moods too, you see. You can sense them in the colour, the scent, the very sounds she creates. Is she serene, with her wavelets gently lapping along the shoreline? Or is she angry, with her waves crashing against the reef? Yes, she can be unforgiving, with hidden rifts and a cold iciness beneath her surface.
She has the moods of a woman and can be dangerous if taken for granted. But she can also envelope you in her warmth, buoying you as you drift along in her currents – taking you places you have only ever imagined. She is like a kiss – gentle and caressing one moment, passionate and tumultuous the next. And just when you think you understand her, she changes. Hers is a tale to which even she knows not the ending. Do not fear her, but always respect her. You will not become her master, but with a bit of sailor’s luck, you may one day appreciate her depth and mystery.
And if you do…tell her. She will hold your secrets dear and never give them up. But if you listen closely, she will speak to you – on the evening breeze, in the cry of a gull, in the way she whispers her lover’s name as her tides rise and fall. She belongs to the Moon, but he does not own her. She is her own entity – an enigma, a conundrum, a riddle never to be solved.