“It’s funny.
The smell of the ocean.
Sweet, hot wind and sun-baked seaweed cooling as the sky darkens and steaming up the air with its salty, musty, stinging breath.
And how it looks.
Like dominant and crashing and determined. But accommodating.
I don’t know where it goes. Moving and holding more life than I can know.
Terrifying green-black hopeful abyss.
My first love I guess you could say”
– KATE HOPKINS via Thought Catalog
you are unlimited. 