Oh, How I Love the Sea

When I was a kid, I only knew the sea from a distance— from the deck of a ship, sailing from Manila to Bacolod. I’d lean against the railings, watching the water stretch limitless, wondering what it felt like to touch. It wasn’t until high school that I finally stepped into it. Waves around my legs, sand between my toes. And just like that, I fell in love. There was something different there. Not just salt air and sun, but a kind of peace I didn’t know I needed. I live in the mountains, where clouds kiss pine trees, and the fog hugs you tight. But the sea… the sea pulls me. Sometimes, when days feel so tiring, I catch myself daydreaming— of sitting at the shore watching the sun disappear into the horizon, waves brushing my ankles, nothing else to do, nowhere else to be. Oh, how I love the sea. I can’t wait to meet it again next summer.