Even as I close distance to the Ocean, I begin tuning my internal tanpura to his scale, an internal vibration to match his drone, the deep rhythm of his movement as he awaits me, the sa, pa, sa of a continuous approach and retreat.
The sun is pale in leaden sky, a dash of blue-grey beaten to silver, sands a deep golden in black fringes to a jade Ocean. In excitement he rears as I run down to beach - elated, hands wide open, at this unexpected encounter. His waves burst forth to lick my feet, tickle my toes, sweep away the heat with the tender cool of fulfillment.
Thus we meet again, my friend Ocean and I.
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