The sea is such a gentle reminder of life and all living things.
You build a sand castle on the beach and by the next day, the tide has washed it away. Nothing is permanent, but maybe that’s not always a bad thing. The next day is a new day; a day where your canvas is cleaned and you are free to create something new, maybe something better.
The tide can be soft, therapeutic to watch, yet further out where we daren’t go, it is rapid and strong. It has the power to devour you whole.
There is something about the way the sea is so vast and open that makes me feel afraid. I feel as though I am confronted with the world and what is out there; what is on the other side.
Day or night, brown or blue, the ocean is beautiful and it is the only barrier between us.