Ocean/Life

I liked to imagine it was only this one day of the year that the ocean would look like this. The day I was here. Fizzy like fresh champagne and cold like the glass you want to drink it out of. Gloriously, the sky bent around it, clouds like white petals falling onto the water. Glossy in parts just like you could step out and walk. This was possibly the beginning of our earth as when have we not put words onto the ocean? The ocean was always life personified. Waves like troubled times and foam like soft touch. Home as a rocky bed to lie on and birth again each time the wave breaks. God, the ocean will take me right over our being. Today the ocean was here and I was watching it.