It looked gray and cold, this ocean, although it was the same one I saw only a few weeks ago from the other side.
There, I could look down on it from above, could see the shades of turquoise, navy and cerulean. I could walk a trail up and down cliffs that hugged the coves. I could see the flowering cactus up close. Here, I could sense the vast expanse, waves lapping all the way to the Old World.
The same sea, different shores.
