There’s nothing like an ocean to calm or soothe …
… unless it’s showing its stormier characteristics.
Like as the waves make towards the pebbl’d shore,
So do our minutes hasten to their end;
Each changing place with that which goes before,
In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
So do our minutes hasten to their end;
Each changing place with that which goes before,
In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
– William Shakespeare
