He looked at me then, smiled, and shook his head. “It’s not the ocean that bends and breaks. You think those rocks down there are unmovable and a solid force because the water crashes around them, but it’s the opposite. The ocean shapes them and breaks them down. It moves them, not the other way around. The ocean is a constant force of energy. It yields for nothing.” He spoke of it with such intimacy, with such raw honesty it scared me. It scared me so much, I took hold of his gloved hand and squeezed it. He held onto mine just as tight, and neither one of us spoke.
