Why did the ocean break up with the shore? It needed some space!

Standing at the edge of Victor Harbor, I watched as the relentless waves crashed against the ancient granite rocks. Each wave seemed to tell a story of time and endurance, as they exploded into frothy white spray against the steadfast boulders. The deep blue sea stretched out endlessly before me, with a small rocky island punctuating the horizon. It's in these moments of raw natural power that one finds a sense of peace and perspective.