You have three hundred words to justify the existence of your favorite person, place, or thing. Failure to convince will result in it vanishing without a trace. Go!
My place? The ocean, in a temperate climate, white sugar sand beaches, warm breeze, hammock, sunshine, dolphins on the horizon, a stack of beach books and a pitcher of sweet tea.
Why? Because rest. Because peace. Because relaxation restores us to go back to the reality of our workaday lives with a sense of being able to enjoy what is normal.
Because the ocean keeps the world alive. Without it, our planet would be as barren and dry as Mars. The water is the essence of life, not just for marine life but for human life as well. The cycle of water, evaporation, clouds, wind, precipitation that keeps our forests green, our plains fertiles, our rivers running and our gardens producing is dependent on the huge bodies of water that surround our land masses.
Fish. So many fish, even though the worriers are persuaded that we’re fishing our oceans empty. The food chain would be drastically altered without fish, one of the most important sources of omega-3 nutrients, among many others.
I know all this about the ocean, but for me it isn’t about the science or the food chain. It’s about the beauty, the peace, the power, and the endless movement that relaxes and lulls, acting more powerfully on my overloaded brain than any pill or meditation or how-to book ever could.
The sheer, unparalled beauty of the ocean! The colors, from gun-metal grey to purest blue; the glitter of the sun on the surface; the foamy breakers sussing into the sand and spreading over the happy feet of children; the incredible ability of surfers to ride the breakers with more finesse than any ride in an amusement park.
The whales. No words.
I love the ocean.