Yes, who wouldn't? That blueness, no one is able to change it. Except, the night. I guess any light would give it a blue appearance. Could be, also a flashlight! But, for the latter, I can't really guarantee. Yes, let us talk only about daylight.
The blue is followed by a kind of white line that moves one after another to the edge, one rolls and then disperses, then another. The blue is never silent. It never mattered whether the show was attended by an audience or not. The sound is the sound of nature that can be enjoyed by anyone, even by the silence itself. Walking nearby, there will always be a sound in the mind, but it never interrupts a contemplation that is being processed. I can think about anything in the din of the sound of the waves. It's absolutely not noise. It's a magical natural symphony.
Stepping on the fine beach sand is a fun job. It's underfoot, but felt in the brain. What do you really feel when your feet sink a little into the sand and leave a mark? It's like something is tickling in the brain. What a delightful tickle!
But then, feelings are forced to stray in another direction. It's hard to control. Like something had suddenly gone mad, and was no longer willing to take orders. Some piles of trash on the beach disturb the mind to go and ask where did the piles of garbage come from. The blue, silent, as if pretending not to hear.
I looked at the various kinds of trash, then looked at the blue. What? It's like it doesn't pay attention to me. It continues its work.
I noticed sandals, bottles and various other plastic objects. Is it all a reflection of myself?
I never questioned anything when I littered the streets. Then, I remembered that when it rains, the trash I throw on the street is washed away by surface water into the gutters. From there, it is carried down to the river. The river flow carries the waste to the estuary, and there, it floats on the surface of the Blue. The blue must have said, oh no! This cannot be allowed. The Blue, then, returns it to shore. Take back what is yours, and watch what I give from me for your shores! Isn't it soft sand and colorful shells.
At that time, my mind was filled with bad dialogue, even though I love its blue!