Today the wind was blowing and the waves were crashing. There were white caps on the water and to me the sea was angry. The color of the water was gray with foam blowing across the beach. Sand was blowing with force across the road and hitting the cars with force. Enough force to damage the paint jobs.
Sometimes I look at the sea and wonder what it is thinking. I do understand the moods of the sea as I am one with it. I know when it is angry or it is calm. I know when it wants me to visit and talk for a while