The ocean is in motion when she calls me on the phone,
she stands upon the shore, while I'm land-locked back at home.
It's sunrise where she is, as dusk falls here once more;
'describe it for me please, as I've never been there before. 
What's it like for you swimming in the sea?
Is it like a giant bath tub, drifting slowly free?'
'Not quite', she considered, 'it's scary, wet and cold.'...