The waves come and go, seemingly without any coherent pattern but if you do listen carefully, you can hear a rhythmic interval somewhat infused into the chaos. It recedes and rises right at the exact moments, a harmonic motion made of natural things. An unseen force pushes and pulls the entire ocean, without effort and doesn't it just feels like magic? Maybe it is after all.
Is it the wind? Some kind of weird magnetic fields made up of the Earth and moon's alignment? There's probably some kind of scientific explanation to the theory behind; a long winded account of how some scientists gathered in a lab filled with sciency equipment and drew pretty diagrams on theories behind this phenomena. Probably not.
Right this instance, I just want to stand at the very edge and let the waves wash over me, feeling every periodic splash on my face, running down my body. Every droplet of water, a sense of renewed vigor, somewhat rejuvenating old memories, flashing before my eyes.
Just let the sea take all of it away.
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