There are some of us who live very close to large bodies of salty liquid, there are some who have their place of work at a walking distance from those splashing waves and yet how many of us make an effort to go and wet our feet in the cool waters which come tumbling again and again in hope to kiss our toes?
May be they feel rejected. They may be moving backwards with a tear or two but can the eyes of man see that drop of water on the liquid skin of the waves? During high tide they make repeated attempts to fondly caress the engaged man’s feet. Nature surely wants to reach man but he has become too busy and unkind to spare time for joy.