It seems to me that in almost everyone's DNA is a desire to be near the ocean. Either live on its shores, or at least go visit in now and then. A stroll on the beach. A quiet night listening to the waves break against the shore. Something in that sound satisfies our restless needs. Especially in mine. A brewing storm. A bank of fog. Gives me a sense of belonging. Maybe my primitive nature is awaken and momentarily wanting to be satisfied.