he was born on the highest mountain. As far away from the sea as any wolf could run before getting tired. She had never seen the endless blue until that fateful summer's day when the whole family begun stuffing the car with all sorts of things from the house. “See how blue the sky is today, sweety?” mother said on the way, “The sea is even bluer, bigger and alive”.
Bluer, bigger, alive... it was. The sky, rather than stretching far to play with the hills, was curling around towards you and transforming into a rippling blue cloth. Even the ground at the edge of this “Sea” was unnaturally golden and playful, flowing like water around your fingers.
Watching the grownups enter the unknown blue of the sea despite her direst warnings, the little girl sat alone on the golden ground, uneasily enjoying the breeze and the handful of oysters that had found themselves around her...
With clacking sounds they seemed to be calling more of their friends to play and the little girl could clearly see that their bobbing and snapping about showed pleasure and familiarity. A minute of playful bewilderment later, the little girl found herself surrounded by dozens of oysters, all with a certain air of excitement about them. The grownups and the forest behind had all faded to a vague haze and the breeze had stopped. The Sea was brighter, bluer and more alive than ever.
With one whispering voice, the splashing of the waves seemed to call: “We are here... to take you back home...”