The dark sands
The pressure and the waves, the sound that travels thru it.
The shores unlike the rain.
The wind over the surface of the tide, the fog rises into the air and the wind controls it.
The horizon, the blanketing sky surrounds me, warmth from sunlight and shadows cold.
The waves never ending and never beginning.
The tide washes the coast turning mountains to sand.
The ocean makes and takes rain as the sky does stars.