A Memory

I’ve crossed the Atlantic Ocean four times during my journeys to England. Each time it has taken 3 hours going 600-700 miles per hour traveling in an airplane.
The Atlantic Ocean is massive!
I’ve always wanted to see the ocean. Not a gulf or bay. The actual ocean. I want to take in its enormity with my own eyes and feel it process within my mind. I want to, in that moment, be like a child who has discovered something strange and wonderful.

I can only recall one memory of the Atlantic Ocean. A brief glimpse during night between clouds. The waves reflected the blackness of the sky with stars littered among them. I imagined myself floating through the dark water. My eyes focused only on the night sky.