The sea is so fabulous and frightening with her infinite fathoms.
Every time we find ourselves at her edges, waves lapping at our feet,
I think of looking at our selves from high above at the masses gathered below barely touching the border of what is so unknown and beautiful.
I love anything unknown and beautiful. Like the tragic and traveling.
Or mountains and a man's soul.
Like the mystery of a child's mind and the unending appeal of a cool breeze.
Like the sea.