How does one define the landscape when the ocean is their all-encompassing view?
Today the waves dance like a gypsy dancer, swaying, tilting and rolling. Occasionally white water breaks on the surface. Where does the white water come from? Is it the wind agitating the waves? Is it the ship, cutting a path on its journey?
The ocean is shades of deep, dark, fathomless blue, highlighted by clouds moving overhead and waves alternating between peaks and troughs.
I search the horizon for land, a landscape of mountains and sun-drenched beaches, but find only ocean meeting a pale blue sky.