So that the monotonous fall of the waves on the beach, which for the most part beat a measured and soothing tattoo to her thoughts seemed consolingly to repeat over and over again… Virginia Woolf
The Sea, once it casts its spell, holds one in its net of wonder forever. Jacques Cousteau
The Ocean
My space
For peace of mind, for calm, for serenity.
To tune the body with the ever moving tides
For just the noise of the crashing waves
The movement of the sands
Mel Collie
www.melcollie.co.uk
