She is called the cruel mistress; the sea.
Cold and callous, bringing both life and death in equal measure and with complete indifference.
There is beauty in her, imbued with a multitude of blues and greens. Light dances off crests in the sunlight as the waves carry the glorious reflection to the horizon. Deceptive in it's occasional tranquility, calm waters ease the senses with docile abandon. From magestic expanses of deep cobbalt to the slinking shorelines, whispering sweet serenades with the sounds of ebb and flow.
Yet the truce is temporary and with time's progression the gentle lapping quickens, shallow peaks and troughs vying to rise and fall further than the last. The colours seem to darken, harsh shades of steely grey, signalling the biting chill of the deep. Climbing higher and higher, the rolling tides accumulate into mountains of slate-like severity that obscure the horizon before dipping down low amongst the stirring shado