furious longing of the sea
The waves were furious, as the wind violently played against the water. They crashed one after the other, seemingly anxious to overcome each other. They grew higher and higher, almost splashing us as we walked slowly, watching and marvelling at the tempest we were experiencing. I couldn't quite describe the feeling, it was glee and complete peace as I watched the furious crashing of the sea.
How can one experience such happiness going to the seaside?