I feel the spray up on my skin, beading and rolling slowly down, back to the sea, body heat exchanged to each roaming drop. I smell the tang of salt in the air, and taste it with each shallow breathe. I take no more than I need. My soul is quiet to it's own direction, to it's own noise. I join the rhythm of the moment, the pulse of new awareness, a pure sense of being.
Time extends forever in that moment.
I open my eyes, and I am there. The Moon Lit Sea at Midnight.