I have always heard the calling of the sea. The cool but warm breeze caressing my skin, the salty tang of the wind around me. Yes, I have always heard the calling of the sea. The soft but loud crash of the breaking wave on the white hot sand that encompasses my feet. The overall peacefulness of it all. I could look up to the bright blue sky and breathe in the air that is familiar yet strange at the same time. I could feel the sun touches my face gently, and with my feet buried under the warm sand, I could finally feel contented. At last. At last, I am here, listening to the calling of the sea.