I've seen a few oceans in my time. The Pacific - from three very different locations - and the indigo Indian Ocean off the bottom of some big ol' island. Even took a long slow boat ride, for what it's worth, on Japan's Inland Sea. So. Not nearly as much as some people, but a few.
But I grew up in the U.S. Northeast, and so the Atlantic is the ocean I think of as mine. It's ragged and rough and its color can turn a silty brown or a dark, mossy grey-green. And in the autumn, in the late of the day, it gets a hard, reflective shine about it; something basic and elemental and yet very alive at the same time. Like liquid metal come to life and slithering endlessly toward the shore.
Well. I live in the hills and woods and prefer it that way. But I grew up near the ocean, and whenever I visit, I find Her power to be undiminished, by experience, or memory, or time.
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