tennyson's got game, just sayin'

"Half the night I waste in sighs,
Half in dreams I sorrow after
The delight of early skies;
In a wakeful dose I sorrow
For the hand, the lips, the eyes,
For the meeting of the morrow,
The delight of happy laughter,
The delight of low replies."
— Alfred Lord Tennyson

There is something about the beach I love. I am not sure if it is
the warmth of the sand or the endless sound of the ocean against
the shore. Maybe it is size of the ocean in comparison to me. It
makes me realize how small I am and how the things I think I do that
are morally wrong or a mistake in general aren't that horrible in the
 grand scheme. I am but a particle in society, and in all honesty, I think
 I am ok with that.