I miss the sea.

After spending many summer days on the warm sand, listening to the surf --sometimes a whisper, sometimes a roar-- I find I'm a bit blue and maybe not adjusting to the influx of fall so well. Though I can't miss it's approach: the greens are now the brittle greens, the near dying and yellow greens of autumn. And the air is cooler, drier, crisp. The days are not as long. I miss the hot sun on my face, feet in squishy sand, and the water. We came from the water, millennia ago. We can't live without the oceans. Water cleanses. Purifies. Renews. I miss the sea.