In a Seashell from Noon to a little after Dusk
I have a long-lost connection with the ocean. The more I try to avoid it, the more it follows me. I love the tides and the refreshing breeze, but hate the harsh sun, the stink, and the grime. Though deeply drawn to it, I now remain only a distant observer, unsure of my place. Life began in the ocean. Water thrives life.