Seeing the sea as a journalist
The journalist's main prerogative was to survive. He was very low on money. He had other things to do too. There were many reasons; so many, that he wondered if he wasn't making excuses. He sat at his desktop and worked a rather beautiful article into manifestation. He had decided to pay closer attention to the ocean. There was little else that was interesting in his new little town. The journalist had been freelancing for such a long time, that he had somewhere forgotten that he was freelancing. It tended to happen in a world filled with wonders. Each new day yielded some surprise or another. That had been a trend in his life for so far back in it as what he could remember. The journalist sat in his study, and remarked in writing on his wonderful view. It began with a study filled with books and a sword in the corner and a clock going tick tock. The most remarkable sight, beyond the sword, was an unframed picture of Albert Einstein sticking his tongue out. Beyond the worksta