The waves seemed to, well, wave to the seashore. It would take its turn to meet the sand. Sea foam would rise in its wake, the bubbles drifting back out to sea with the waves. The tide rose and fell, marking the moon.

When the sun sank, winds came from the open water, cleansing the air for another new day.

Currents whisked sea weed and shells out to sea and back.

The ocean has a system. A system of life.