I am open to you like the ocean is open to heaven and every creature flying in mid-heaven. I am open to the force of your winds – gentle and fierce – making waves with the direction of your blows. I will weather your storm overstepping the limits of the sands of the shore so that there are no boundaries to where we can take this. I know you want to ride this wave. The messages in your bottles are so clear as they glide so serenely across my desires. But you’re swimming against my tides. You’re looking for a miracle to part my waters so that you know first how it feels to walk on dry land. But you don’t come all the way to the ocean and not expect to get wet. Darling, life’s a beach, you’re going to get wet!