Walking along the beach, close to the undulating waves, I took in the view from underneath the pier. It was quiet and solitary there and I could hear the waves crashing on the shore. I could smell the vast, salty Pacific ocean. My face was covered by a thin film of mist from the sea. It was cleansing and refreshing. The ocean beckons me and I continually go back to it. I am drawn to its vastness, mysteriousness, and dangerousness.