A muse that demands presents and spares praise.
A world all unto itself.
To swim or sail, ride or frolic, a source to many who travel and like to live untethered by a master.
Tide and time, pass without question.
Look into her ever changing hue.
So placid when calm and too strong in a storm.
Waves run for hundreds of miles, some eighty feet high.
Eddies and tidal pools skirt the shoreline.
Water funnels dance along its surface.
Always a salt taste, but fresher in some depths.
How deep is the bottom?
How long a length?
A vector for many that want to move from land to land.
This fair image still holds an abundance of mystery.