Ocean

There are miles of it, so much so, that the human eye can’t capture it all. 

Its blue hues are grasped from the sky, and when the sky changes color; so does the sea. 

It can be cold or warm. Quiet or loud. Restless or still. Eerie  or calming. Alluring or repelling.
 

A sandcastle washed away with one single wave.

A breath of the salty air, while walking on the shore.

The sand in between your toes, as the water washes it away.
 

This ocean, this world, has a hold on us.

Our eyes pulling us into the water.

It calls us.