The smell of the salt water stinging my nostrils as I walk closer to the ocean. The blue-green water inching closer to me, begging me to step in. The waves pushing and pulling sand to try and make a perfect walkway for me. The foam forming around my ankles, it popping and tickling my feet to try and get me in the water. I step in further and the water surrounds me, pulling me into the water, pushing me towards the deeper waters. The fish swim around my ankles, racing each other to see who can get home first. The water feels great around my waist, as if nature is giving me a hug. The sand squishing underneath my feet, digging me into place to keep me there. The ocean calling itself home for me, and saying I need to stay for a few more minutes. My fingers getting wrinkly, but the water begs for me to stay. To water drilling for me to swim further, deeper and deeper. I go under and come up. Feeling the salt water run off my face and tasting a little bit. I wipe my eyes and mouth off, smiling, skimming my fingers on the water, mumbling "home" and float on my back into the bay. The ocean is home. The ocean is my home.
