Those who love the sea
Those who love the sea like it, as if you were always inside, because you do not need to go to the beach, or to bathe: you really need to be there, in front of you. To feel it, to touch it, to have it around. Those who love the sea love it and it is enough, any season. Maybe even more when it is not season, and it is agitated, gray and cold, because the sea is the same as the one who lives on its shores, and when it is in a bad mood, it looks like a drunken sailor.