The splashing of mighty waves on the rocks, the salty fragrance and dampness sprayed out in the air. The roaring winds, the howling waters, the transferred epithets.
The sight of the mighty and gigantic sea is in itself highly liberating. Though it leaves one's hair and face all sticky and salty, having a little chat with a close friend and enjoying a generously spiced up corn has its own definition of fun and rejuvenation.
An ode to the lovely and soapy waters that actually clear off huge amounts of foam from our minds. It's as if the sea collects the foam from hundreds and thousands of worried and tired minds in itself.
An ode to the refreshing and highly palpable power of the gigantic stretch of wavy pleasure which in fury, might change into wavy "terror".
An ode to the similarity the sea holds with me, and quite many other lonely and subdued beings forced into living, forced into mortality.
Three cheers for the non-living and yet life-providing endless stretch of serenity in which even the sun revels drowning!!
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