I've always found some sort of peace in the water.

I don't know why. It might be when it's perfectly calm, and looks like a glass window to the depths. Or if it's the memorizing ripples when it's been hit by chaotic movement.

It could be when the moon reflects, creating a circle of light in the water. Or its polar opposite, a gorgeous midday blue.

Perhaps it's the fact that it's everywhere. From the Pacific to the Atlantic ocean, reminding everyone in between that we all share memories of it, making us feel slightly more normal in this abnormal world.

All in all, I've found peace in the warm, salty waves, my hair floating free and my body feeling weightless as I drift away from the shore of all my problems.