There is a certain melancholy to the sea. Yet at the same time, a joy. This past week I did a fair bit of staring at the ocean, thinking about the way that the vast amount of saltwater seems from afar so soft, cozy, almost inviting. The waves seem soft and kind. But when I am immersed and can no longer touch bottom, instead of calm, I feel panic and worry that the sea could swallow me. I stay safely close to shore.
Metaphor for my life?
