The Ocean has its silent caves,
Deep, quiet, and alone;
Though there be fury on the waves,
Beneath them there is none.
The awful spirits of the deep
Hold their communion there;
And there are those for whom we weep,
The young, the bright, the fair.
Calmly the wearied seamen rest
Beneath their own blue sea.
The ocean solitudes are blest,
For there is purity.
The earth has guilt, the earth has care,
Unquiet are its graves;
But peaceful sleep is ever there,
Beneath the dark blue waves.
‘The Ocean’ by Nathaniel Hawthorne
The blooms rising up the trunks of these trees are simply amazing! 😍
Sands blowing across the ocean coast in the strong spring winds. I used to think the desert sounded kind of boring – plain. Now I better understand how it might be truly be fascinating to watch.
Stepped into a storybook scene along the trail of #Jeju southern coastline. 💕🌊🐚 Sitting together & watching the waves crash, the sand blow in hypnotizing patterns, the gulls swoop in for a landing . . . . it was absolutely breath-taking and soothing
My life during the coronavirus — stranded on the most beautiful island I’ve ever seen. It’s so soothing here!
Reaching up to the sun. Twisting in the wind. A lifetime of pages turning in a neverending ages. Grasping at storms. Sunning bare arms. Shelter for man and creature and memories. Hardened with history, hiding the mysteries of time.