11.22.25: The Ocean at Night

Standing by the ocean at night is both terrifying and calming. You can’t see the waves, but you hear them crashing, endless, unstoppable. Darkness stretches out forever, hiding whatever swims beneath. I once sat on a beach in El Salvador under a full moon, watching silver ripples move like breathing. It hit me how small humans are compared to water. The ocean doesn’t care about our schedules, our deadlines, our plans. It moves on its own terms. At night, it feels alive in a way daylight hides. Beautiful, yes. But also something you never truly tame.