Sometimes I wonder how lucky I am to have so many great experiences. I have spent hours leaning over ship's railing to see the dancing & rolling sea, as if she has just been proposed. I still can hear the gushing sound of water as the ship cuts through. The calm moonlight pretends to be shy & the cool wind blowing as if trying to have a conversation with me. It's just the wind and me sometimes. I would close my eyes & have long & deep talks with her, nobody to bother us. Wind passing all over my body as if she can't get enough of me.

    Coastlines are my messengers who passed me the messages of my dear once just so many times. If I don't get sleep & start to linger on the bed; sea would create nice and big swells & wind would start to blow faster as if patting me a swing & singing a lullaby. How on earth anybody could experience this otherwise?