Some fences are made of old planks, others are dashed with barbed wire.
Yet another kind, the one I’m most familiar with, has none of those restrictive elements. No nails, no warning signs, no sharp edges, no electricity, no height, not even presence. That kind of fence uses, for only defense, immensity. It’s called the ocean – more efficient as a barrier than any obstacle I’ve seen, while even more appealing and inviting because of its very own nature. It’s the ultimate fence, the one that keeps you out until it forever keeps you in. Once the Sea flows in your veins, she will never get out. But until that moment, she is the meanest guardian of everything not here. Trespass, promise, threat.
And orange at times.