Fort Myers Beach, 2006-----            1.25.2013

From everything you hear growing up, you’d think the ocean was this touchable and playful thing like a puppy or a field of sunflowers. Instead, you walk up to it, and it just lays out in front of you, pulsating like the Earth’s heart. Or on bad days, like a giant dying. So you step a little closer, suspiciously, until it’s tickling your toes. Then you think, maybe it’s shy. You let the whole thing hug you but its hug is vast and dark and greener than you ever imagined. It’s warm and cold at the same time. When you consider that you are nothing but a drop in its volume, you realize it is the scariest hug you ever received.