The Changing Sea

I have seen the sea be a mill pond, seen it like a mirror where mountains reflect unshimmering there. And herring skittered on the surface to escape the mouth of the killer whale. But I have seen the sea off Newfoundland's Cape Ray when waves were mountain high and on reaching the wave top looking down into a vast valley of iron coloured water, The grave of many a man. To me the sea is a changing thing like life and breathing in and the salt moistened air in my face forever gives life to me.