“Pacific”
“The man sat facing the ocean, the Pacific on that day living up to its name. But the color of the water had no name. Its ever-so-slightly green-tinted blue had never been painted on canvas, but existed only on the impeccable palette of Nature. In fact, it was not so much a color as a feeling: one of purity, hope, and grand possibility. As Theo stared at the water, he understood not only that everything in the world was perfect, but also that behind its perfection lay the Eternal Source that rendered it so.”