and It rolls On...

Oceans.. what is it about them that makes them so surreal.. The grey water that is translucent when it slips beneath your fast-sinking feet in the sand or the deep blue expanse competing for hues with the dazzlingly clear skies or maybe it is the white frothy foam that tickles your toes, that ebbs at the crest of the giant waves and disappears as quickly upon brushing the shore. The rythmic swish of the waves in their cycle, the gentle roll of the powerful waves as tehy touch upon the sand, the salty reflection of the bright sunshine upon the deep blue. The beautiful symphony of hot shiny golden sand and the cool refreshing water, the euphony of the sea as it returns to the beckoning shore only to be turned back in its vain and never-ending quest for a final embrace with the sandy beaches. The wet foot prints left orphaned in the quickly-drying shores, the washed away sand castles, punctured balls and remains of a picnic that nearly always ended a tad too soon. The kites that broke away from the anchoring thread, lead away by a treacherous breeze into the folds of the sky. the offerings of flowers, coconuts and other sacred objects that float as debris in the swift waves. the silver moon reflected in the mercurial waters bound or rather bounding the nearly-grey shores. The tides that ebb and fall, oftener than the moon waxes and wanes. The coconut troves that bent temptingly over the shoreline as if attempting to mollify the teeming waters with its casual touch. Cotton clouds framing the vibrant blue stretch of sky. Cries of gulls and other water fowls punctuate the constant sound of the ceaselessly rumbling ocean. A gentle calm hangs in the air enveloping all in a soft embrace and cloaking them with a peace that can never be found, save in the deepest of dreamless sleep.