Woke up under a gloomy sky this morning, there was barely any light coming through my bedroom window and all of this just built a grey mood to the day. Slowly sitting up then reached to my phone, I read the thoughtful messages from my foreign friends who I face timed regularly to learn each other's language. Only at these moments can you really understand that the earth is just a village and we are all friends. I didn't even realize hearing the loud noise that was screaming through the kitchen window until I finally sat down after making myself breakfast. I didn't know what the rager sound was, so I banteringly kid myself, saying "ooh, maybe last night it sprouted a sea out of nowhere". Cuz it sounds just like the great waves on the sea when the wind and the angry water pushed them to a dance together. I miss the sea and its sound. I miss the refreshing and salty smell when the sea wind touches my face. I miss the hard stones and the tiny pebble that hurt your feet. I miss the beautiful coast shining in different lights throughout a day. I grew up by the sea, and has just moved to a new city where I'm not able to see the sea often. Guess I'm really nostalgic. Oh by the way, turns out it's just a typhoon passes over, but I'm still yearning for the impossible sea to show up outside.