The ocean is a two-faced entity. Foremost, a horrifying white maw, endless thunder and roars, a constant reminder that Man is Feeble. Likewise it is the carpet of diamonds, draping itself in sunlight and the serpentine moon. The ocean births silky gold sand, fabulous creatures and furnishes pelicans with a playground of joy.
It is my nemesis. It presents psychological challenges unlike any other, testing my ethos and my abilities to choose. It takes from me, thieving the familiar and turning traitor those I love.
Once again I am surrounded by the sea: taunting, reaching, malicious intent. At the utmost the edge of the world it corners me to face all fears.
Who will I be? As the days pass I sit and stare over the water, breathe in its briny breath and feel the rattling vibrations in my bones. While I no longer have the ability to capture the light that I see, the water's cruel lesson dictates that there are many ways to craft one's art. If not with pictures, then with words.
A test, a challenge and worthy cause. All things happen for a reason. I know this. I will grow.
