Cool and heavy morning mist, almost nothing to see. Bare feet sloping towards the shore. Lungs filled with air, so full. The skin on my arms shudders. I caress myself. The smashing sound of waves is closing in. Breathing deeper. My heart is fluttering with joy. Ocean, Ocean again. My feet sink into the sand. Rivulets of water around my toes and ankles - so refreshing and cold. A big rock appears in front of me. Climbing up. Sitting. Timeless. Essence. Here I belong. Here is where I came from. A sudden squawk from a seagull above rouses me up from another dream of the ocean. What is your dream of the ocean?