The Sea spent her time on the wet sand, waves moving in and out all over her, yelling at the waves with defiance. i could not tell what she was yelling, but to her is was a battle call. My sister and i listened to her go on and on, without any idea of what she was saying. When she tired of this, she would pad her way up to me and ask to go back out into the deeper part, where she now defied the waves by rising above them, using them to buoy her little body as she reigned over them.
What pleasure she gets from water, and i get from this.
