The waves crash against the shore, a dark blue-green, as the sun sets off to the west. Haruka is with me, watching, and I know she is trying to understand. Somehow, she always does. I look to the Ocean depths, and seek wisdom among the rising tide. The blue of the waves rise and fall, moving in a soft, placid peace. Cool waters, bringing the memories of where they have been, the things they have seen. I sit on the sandy beaches, the salt air tossing my hair out, almost merging with the powerful tides. I lose myself there, and feel the great force move beneath me, as the thunder crashes above in the air. I pull out my violin, and the songs flow over the seas, crashing with the waves, blowing on the great winds.