I can understand why sailors fall in love with the sea.
The breeze wraps your body with energy.
Mother Earth pressing her body against yours.
Raw power.
Indifferent to your existence she rages forward.
The power of it fills me. It caresses my soul.
I feel my heart sync up with her heart.
Reminding me that we have always been one.
Neve separated, just sometimes forgotten.
I hear your mother.
I remember.
Thank you.
A Krash Course in World Travel 