The sea is exceptional because of its magic and mistery. She was alive and told me a story. As long as it was sunny the story was about changes and peace. Once it got windy, the story was about sadness and tears. But at night, a stormy night, she was telling the story about anger and hate and how those can’t last forever, because it is going to be morning over and over again and the sun will ever rise. There is always hope!