I've been to the ocean before. Played in the waves as a child; fought them as an adolescent. I've contemplated them as an adult. Even when I'm not there, in times of stress I can bring myself back to a place that never ends but always changes.
But perhaps I was always so focused on the waves that I never noticed her moods. Now from my window I can watch the daily- sometimes hourly chages of the sea. Many days she's a brilliant blue. A worthy jewel for any necklace. But there are times when she withdraws into herself, bringing out the grays. Perhaps my absolute favorite time is when she blends with the sky. I can't tell where one ends and the other begins. It creates in me such an odd sense of wonder. And the realization that there are just some things in life that cannot be answered.
