Of course, there is the memory of saltwater.
The Atlantic spreading out wild in front of you.
All the way to Greenland or South to Antarctica. And boats.
Jellyfish and riptides and sharks to eat you and whales that wouldn't.
Being a small speck in the ocean. Somehow the saltwater, the water of tears, is healing.
Nothing like stagnant streams and green ponds.
The Atlantic spreading out wild in front of you.
All the way to Greenland or South to Antarctica. And boats.
Jellyfish and riptides and sharks to eat you and whales that wouldn't.
Being a small speck in the ocean. Somehow the saltwater, the water of tears, is healing.
Nothing like stagnant streams and green ponds.
