I become still. Empty out inside. Maybe because it is, in itself, so infinately beautiful, and the sound it makes so perfect.
All I can do is watch and watch and watch. This origin of all life. Untouchable and yet so vulnerable. It flows through all of us. 70 % of us is water. 70 % of me is in direct kinship with this ocean in front of me.
We are family.
I long to immerse myself in it. Let it envelop my naked body. Swimming towards the horizon, if only for a few strokes, evokes in me a feeling of adventure and strength. A strand of wilderness still in me. A brief inner uproar against my domestication.
(I ended up being a bit inspired after all, at the thought of swimming:)