Now more than ever I am drawn to the sea. There is a solace that only the water's edge can provide. After a weekend on the pristine beaches of Provincetown, I asked myself, what is it about the sea that makes my heart soften?
Standing in the warm sand of a dune, as the wind engulfs me with a flag flapping force, I can witness first hand the precarious balance of nature. The fierceness of the water is tamed only by the gentle rising slope of the glistening shoreline, depositing fragments of shells along with other discarded ocean treasures.
At the edge of the sea I find myself at an intersection between the vast and ever changing sky, the tumultuous tides, and me, a mere moral fortunate enough to witness this untamed commotion. It is that untamed character of the sea I am drawn to, reminding me I am not much more than a grain of sand holding ground until I too am washed away.
At the edge of the sea…
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