I am looking out over the water, my wife by my side as the sun sets. The patterns in the sky fascinate me, beckoning me to ponder their mysteries. I love to sit on the seashore as the sun sets, feel the sand on my feet and look out to the ocean, seeing the sea life surface every now and then. It is so calm, so still. What mysteries do the oceans hide? I start to dream. What was it like for my ancestors to walk on these shores? To stare out to the ocean? To ponder the skies? Did they whisper into the wind? Will the wind carry their voices to me even now? What stories did they share? Will these stories float in on the waves?