The ocean does have that expansive view that goes somewhere out to infinity and accompanies any stroll. When there is access along a beach to accompany that as far as my feet might take me, that sense moves ashore. I remember that in Mexico along the coast of the Gulf of California. It is desert, so there are many miles where there are no humans. We are free and alone, safe as far as we see. We take as little as possible to be as naked as possible, surrendered in the hands of grace. We are naked as the beach is, in touch with every sensation and whim of the natural part of it, the tides, the breeze, the warm sun and vibratory sound of the wave's crash and motion.
I also get that sense high in the sky islands, looking out across the globe. I walk in wonder, liberty, and in nature, as I find it in its wonderful little gifts along the way where I walk.
I'm into the big sky out here in the western deserts, in-between the distant mountain ranges. Back east the trees are cozy, but after a while, I feel them confining and need a mountain to climb up on and watch the sunset.
Jbee