As prodigious and vast as the ocean is I could spend hours and hours staring out at it.
The ocean is constantly moving.
Waves and white caps often speckle the deep blue water in its playful yet powerful way.
The sea is oblivious of what’s swimming on its surface as a colossal protector of its mythic creatures that lies beyond the deep.
Water is scary and behemoth, yet beautiful and captivating which reveals a curiosity.
Does water think?
Does it love?
Can it feel?
Is the bottom breathtaking?
The Sea can be a moody beast temperamental just like beauty.
Or as abstract like my mind…