ocean infection.

"Go outside," I thought, "it will be lovely and sunny and charming." So outside I went, only to find it was lovely and sunny and windy (which is fine, but makes reading a book rather difficult) and LOUD. I could practically hear the yelling, "LOOK! LISTEN! I'm a CITY! I have so many people and am packed FULL of convenience and bustling life!" Screw you, city. Take your convenience somewhere else. I just want to be outside sometimes, in what used to be known as naaatuuuuure. I know I'll be on an island for the summer still... But hey. This girl likes her ocean time.

"You appreciate the tang found in a breath of ocean air, accompanied by the water's relentless heartbeat; wave after wave hitting the shore. Sometimes it pounds mercilessly, other times it comes as an unstoppable swell from the depths of the ocean, only to become a gentle caress as it meets your toes for the first time. No introductions are necessary, only first impressions matter. Maybe they meet on a day when the ocean is her cold, harsh self. Your toes curl away and into the safety of your sole. But then there are warmer, playful days. Good first impressions that fill you with giddy joy, up from your toes until you're so full you squeal so the whole world knows just how well you and the ocean get along. You love her; that magnificent body of water, with all her numerous facets. And every time you leave her side for calmer, more humble, surroundings you miss her temper and sass. You long to be near her, to see her constantly shifting moods. Kirsten, you are an island girl through and through. And that's for life. Your moods are her moods, and you will always need her to be near to you. Don't forget the ocean, wherever you are; whoever you become. She is who you are."

A rare glimpse into the sometimes poetic mind of Kirsten.