And where the ocean meets the horizon, where does she go from there?

I wondered this on the weekend, looking out from my balcony facing the fierce wild ocean. I could see the water as far as the horizon, and then what? Where does it go? Does it just go on forever after that?

Unfortunately I get travel sick, and therefore sea sick. I'm a water baby though. I love it. Being in it that is. Drinking the stuff, nope. Stomach can't handle too much of it in one go and it invariably comes back up again.

I would love to know what it's like to sail the oceans. To feel that sea breeze against my skin, to hear the waves lapping at the bottom of a ship, to see the ocean all around and only the ocean. What magnificent sunsets would I behold and to see the moon, full, against a blackened but shining ocean. Would it feel like being free? Truly free?

What's it like being in the middle of the ocean with nothing around you but the ocean? Is it scary? Is it comforting? Is it beautiful? Does it make one panic? Or is it soothing? Does it feel like home? What creatures lie beneath the vast volumes of water below? Do I believe in sea monsters? Yes I do. Who knows what lies beneath, over thousands and millions of years? Those sea stories you hear of giant octopus taking down ships.... sure. Why not?