“We all come from the sea, but we are not all of the sea. Those of us who are, we children of the tides, must return to it again and again, until the day we don’t come back leaving only that which was touched along the way”
She will forever have the urge, the pull and need for the sea. With the clouds chasing over the horizon, there was a stillness in the air, the calm before the storm. She left the land behind and surrendered to the ocean, wading out into the vastness. Gracefully losing control, she sank beneath the surface and all was silent. In that fleeting moment, she allowed the sea to engulf her, cleanse her and become her. She was wild, but so was the storm.
