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?

清凉又厚重的晨雾中，几乎什么也看不见。赤脚向岸边奔去。
深吸一口空气。我手臂上的皮肤一阵痉挛。我轻抚自己。
海浪的拍打声正在逼近。再深呼吸。我的心因喜悦而颤抖。
大海，是大海。我的脚陷入沙子。
海水从我的脚趾和脚踝周围溢出-如此清爽又清凉。
我的面前出现了一块大石头。就在石头上坐着。忘记时间。
这是我的归属，也是我的来处。
一只海鸥的叫声突然划过，把我从另一个关于大海中的梦中惊醒。
你关于大海的梦境是什么？