Still Waters

The truest thoughts are spoken at 3am.

I don't know why, but watching the coastline at night is humbling.
You can't see anything, but you can hear the power of the waves, the rush of the tides, the resonance of the sea hitting the shore.
In the vast expanse of darkness, there is a little gray line.
A lightening.
The sea foam is the only discernible difference between the sky and the wakes.
I'm thankful for it.
It helps me feel like I exist.
I only feel small when I see the ocean from far away.
When I get near, I grow exponentially.
It's like I am the expanse.
It's like I am the ocean itself.