Rising on silver wakes that crash on rocky shores. A good ship under your feet an wind in your sails. Steering across the break and running head long into morning. Looking at the fading moon like a far away lover. Pushing out on a board into the swirling tide, catching the curl of a high cresting wave. Swishing this way and that as you ride under the pipe, pulling out until you have mastered the wave. All things are on one ocean, both are attempting to master the sea. A mistress who's wishes are fair or furious depending on her mood. A certain kind of soul is possessed of a person who takes joy on the open seas and lives to be riding the tides.