The smell of the ocean. Sounds of gulls and the lapping of waves; And below the surface, the kelp forest swaying in the 'wind' of the watery world's ebb and flow.
Visiting the ocean is like going home. The smells and sounds, tastes and feeling are in my blood, yet I lived on Vancouver Island for only a year. That was all it took to steal my heart. Now in the prairies I just have those tantalizing sensory memories, a sanctuary, of the coast.