I saw the ocean in a dream last night, it felt so soothing. I floated over the beach and the water gently lapped at the edge of the bay. The sky was a grey blue, not the picture postcard variety for a cheesy travel brochure, more of a natural blueish grey and the water was calm and lapped gently at the end of the bay. I floated over the beach and the water gently lapped at at the edge of the bay.
I floated over the beach and the beach was wet from water, perhaps the tide was going out or coming in again, I don’t know, all I know is that the water kept lapping at the edge of the beach gently, and I was floating over the sands while the sky was a natural blueish grey. I felt calm and a deep breath in gave me a feeling of pure calm as the blueish grey sky gently stretched into the distance.
I was floating over the beach and the sea was wet, maybe the tide was going out or gently coming in as it always begins with streams and then a thin layer of water. I never could tell when the water was coming in or going out, all I wanted was to see the sea, to feel that calm that relief I get every time I see the sea.
The sky was blueish grey, a natural blueish grey, not a picture postcard, and I was floating over the bay while the waves lapped gently at the edge of the sand. I felt calm, the sea had the answer to the questions I needed to ask and the questions I never asked.