Though I was thinking, as I walked, about how while the stillness of the desert settles me during unquiet-soul sort of days, the never-still crashing of ocean does the exact same thing. I didn’t think I could live in the desert at first, which seemed as far from that wild crashing as one can get (even though technically I was much farther away when I lived in the Midwest), until I went on a hike and understood that the desert can feel as right as the sea.
How can something utterly still and something always in motion speak to the same part of a person, and draw up the same response? Interesting question, that.