Of all the things I miss about the west coast, I miss the ocean most. It has by far been one of my greatest teachers in life. Its vastness, and unabashed mood swings, constantly changing yet always the same. One moment excruciatingly beautiful, inducing tears of joy in the broken hearted, and the next moment, ripping the euphoria from the happiest person on the planet and instilling a fear that renders them speechless and shaking right where they stand; a representation of the contrast we all exist to experience. And although I don’t have the ocean at my fingertips anymore, I’ve been very blessed to live in a city where bodies of water are abundant, and still give me the opportunity to sit and reflect on how many times mother nature has and will humble me.