While it can be counted on for its permanence, the fascination also lies in its ever-changing nature. Every cresting wave is unique. The colors vary. The wave patterns change. The wealth it deposits at high tide is its own surprise. What it reveals during low-tide is a similar treasure hunt. The varying light of the morning, noon, and evening creates a stunning, continuous picture show.
I often wonder what lies beneath the beauty of the waves. What parallel universe exists hidden by the depths? We may occasionally enter this mysterious world by means of s.c.u.b.a. or snorkel, but all it really does is pique my curiosity about the components I don't see. We can survey with binoculars or telescopes, thrilling as we catch sight of sea lions and whales. But that really only reminds us of all we cannot see.
I'm thankful for my friend, the ocean. I respect its power. I respect its majesty. It lulls me to sleep at night. It wakens me with the rhythm of its unique music, beckoning me to get out of bed and start my day, once again gazing into its mystery.
3 comments:
I feel the same way ~ it's mesmerizing, soothing, and rejuvenating! Glad you had fun!
It's nice you have this time to spend with yourself and the ocean. I can't think of anything more relaxing.
I love the ocean. I think I like it best on a rainy cold dreary day watching it threw a window by a cozy fire.
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