Some people look at the ocean and see salt water; I look at it and see infinity. Infinity in the blurring of water and sky, in the breaking of foam-tipped waves against the beach, in the tumbling of grains of sand over and over and out of sight.
I see the waves, the sky, the sand, and I want to embrace it all. I want to take a deep breath of salt air and know it all, but I have to settle for the too-sharp glimpses I catch.
Droplets, caught by the wind, tear free of a crest to vanish into the air and I touch the endless.
