Let Me Tell You Something About the Ocean

They say there is calm before the storm…

How liberating it is to be in the calm while floating on the vast ocean waters.
How lovely is it to be sun-burned while trying to see as far in the horizon as possible.
How thirsty one can get while waiting in the heat.
How blindingly bright is the sunlight and how peacefully solemn are the stars in the night.

Then the storm…

How devastating was it to be thrown here and there by the destructive waves, not knowing which direction you’ll end up.
How surprisingly striking it is to see the clouds form and temporarily cover the sun’s rays.
How gray did the sky become; when you were used to seeing it colored peaceful blue.
How unbearable are the cold stormy nights when there were no stars to be counted to help you fall asleep.

After the storm…

Somehow, it caused one to stay out of the ocean…
… and start wading on the river; for now.

The river had no waves but it had clearer, unsalted, fresh water.
The horizon is not as big as the ocean but you get used to the details of the more intimate view.
The sun is as bright but not burning.

The river. Not the ocean, at least for now.

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All rivers lead towards the ocean anyway, right?