The sea called to me one night...

Not sure what it is about water. Mountains have a grip, yes. Something bigger. And yet... there's something about the sea.

And I have loved thee, Ocean! and my joy
Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be
Borne, like thy bubbles, onward: from a boy
I wanton'd with thy breakers - they to me
Were a delight; and if the freshening sea
Made them a terror - 'twas a pleasing fear,
For J was as it were a child of thee,
And trusted to thy billows far and near,
And laid my hand upon thy mane - as I do here.

~ Byron, Childe Harolde's Pilgramage.

Obsessed with oceans, lately. As can be seen by this post, here, and other's which will soon follow.