Isn’t it amazing that every time you see the ocean, it’s different, yet it’s the same? Waves are larger, smaller, more frequent, less frequent, blue, grey, green, ochre, calm, angry. Every time I go, I am mesmerized by the beauty before me. Then there’s the sound of the waves crashing, or the water quietly lapping at the shore and that delicious salty air scent.
My mother in law once said to me: ‘The ocean is my therapy’. I couldn’t agree more.