My soul is full of longing For the secret of the sea, And the heart of the great ocean Sends a thrilling pulse through me. - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
I spent my summers... from the time I was knee high to a grasshopper, until I was sixteen... visiting the ocean for vacation. The novelty of that has NEVER worn off. Yet, I have seldom if ever visited it, as an adult. Still there is a yearning, burning deep within my soul. But... we live more than 600 miles away from the sand and surf. So... my heart finds solace at local lakes, instead. But it is not the same thing. I long for seashells at my feet, not just those sitting on my tables.
Sit in reverie and watch the changing color of the waves
that break upon the idle seashore of the mind. - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow