As I walk out onto the pier, I notice a seagull perched on the rail. It makes me wonder what it feels like for a bird as it gazes into the immense depth, covered by an endless wavering blue-green and silver sheath, forever changing and conquering. The sea's beauty taps into my deep unconscious. I think it holds special meaning for the bird too.

As the wind sweeps over the expanse which mirrors the heavens, it gathers in momentum, picking up the salty vapor and spreading it across the bird's body. The damp saltiness brushes against its feathers, grooming it, cleansing it. Likewise, I feel humbled as I look into the void, mysterious and consuming. I breathe in deeply. I am alive.