The ocean seems majestic for a reason.
The deep, under water sound like soft buffets.
The movement of the currents, powerful and graceful like the rippled muscles of a cheetah.
The warm crashing of the delicate, glass waves.
And as I stand at the top of the world, my eyes open as I submerge from beneath the wave.
Cool water is pushed gently past my face and softly tickles my head through my freely floating hair.
I let go of my board and paddle further towards the horizon, readying myself for the next wall of water.
