The ocean here is so powerful. Merely standing in the waves on a calm day, I can feel the power of the sea. The waves are weighted with potential disaster and can change in a heartbeat. Staring beyond the waves to the distant, endless horizon is surreally different than standing on the beach of Lake Michigan. I can't see the far side of either from their beaches, but the sea stretches vast before my eyes in a way that I never would have believed.
The ocean here is so blue. It's beautiful, fairy-tale blue; the blue of a painting or a postcard. I would see images of the rich blueness of the sea, but I didn't understand that each snapshot was realistic and true to the colors of the deep. It's aqua blue, mermaid blue, sky blue, bright blue, midnight blue, cerulean, and deep deep green; and so very purely clear.
The tide rushes in with immense strength and crashes against the rocks in a symphony of white, blue, energy, and might; it's stronger than man, stronger than rock, it's stronger than time itself.
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