All I want to say today has been said by someone else already:
“Thou glorious mirror,
Where the Almighty’s form
Glasses itself in tempests.
Dark-heaving – boundless, endless, and sublime, the image of eternity, the throne
Of the Invisible.
And I have loved thee, Ocean! And my joy
Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be
Borne, like thy bubbles, onward: from a boy
I wantoned with thy breakers.”