I am in love, but not with a person. I have fallen for the sick, masochistic love of the ocean… It is where the unrelenting wind screams in my ear, and whips my hair to and fro, beating down on my face with unchecked fury! Where the ruthless grainy sands burn away at my feet! It is where the frigid water numbs my face! 

The rip-tide tries to pull me into deeper water and I try to hold my ground, but the even the ground itself is pulled from under me and the waves begin to tear at me, pulling me apart! At the end of the day the tide has risen, and my back is hard-pressed against the sharp prickly ocean cliffs with violent angry water reaching desperately for my throat. Every time I visit I barely escape with my life. This is what it means to be alive, and this is why I love the ocean…