So I didnít freeze to death after all. Perhaps it is indeed the best to let things go the natural way. At least it feels that way, now that Iíve reached the ocean again.
It is good to see the ocean; she is some kind of mother to me. Her commotion comforts me. Meanwhile I donít know why I should be upset!

Her sound connects me with my natural forces, my instincts or roots. She makes some abstract connection with my inner self. Strange.

This ocean is a playful ocean. She plays with the ice floes, pulling them up and down, over and over again without becoming too rough. She is taking care of them like a good mother would do of her children.