Sit me on a beach, and I can get lost at sea for hours. The water’s ceaselessness is breathtaking. The movement reveals everything, water reflecting itself and the sky, light striking a thousand angles at once. On the deck of a small boat, I can look back at the hills rising up and the water splashing against them. I can look out where there is only sea and movement. When I am lost at sea, I think about how simple the water is, how difficult for me to live up to it.