Three Perfect Sentences.

The sea can be raging, unforgiving, radiant, static, and perhaps even cruel. It can transform within the snap of a finger, but it’s always swaying, alive, flowing or fraying from emotion to emotion, preparing for storm or for the calm, and whatever may lie under the surface are only the ideas of something that the human mind itself as a whole cannot understand, nor can it comprehend. It's an enticing, seemingly unachievable dream, rising, only to break surface when it pleases, but never to be truly 'caught' in a sense when one takes grasp, for when it hits the air, sharks and critiques come at fevered pace.