Seashells and Ocean Salt

As I walk closer into the msyterious abyss, I see the endless waves crash upon the shore. Their strength weakening as they hit the sand and move closer to my feet. I walk along the shoreline and feel that familiar feel of salt climbing onto my skin and breathing it all in. As I look out to the sea, I am reminded of how small I really am and how big this earth really is. I take it all in, trying to imagine where the sand has been, where it has been carried. The beauty of the ocean is never-changing, always a mystery. And I smile to myself, realizing that this is my favorite place in the world.

I can't wait to go back.