I’ve never been fond of the sea; I was always scared, foolishly if I may say, of the vast ocean.
I cried on my first boat ride to an island. And my parents never bought me on a trip to an island ever again. Recently, I had a trip to an island with a couple of friends. I can’t say I had a good time.
But, I love admiring it from afar.
There’s always something mysterious and romantic about the sea. I could watch the waves crash the seashore for hours and be content.
“The sound of the waves remind me of home,” A friend of mine said a long time ago.
She was 2515 miles from her home. I looked at her while she listens as the waves laps at the shore. She had her eyes closed and a little smile.
I wonder what sounds of nature I might miss when I’m at another man’s homeland.