The place is totally unrecognisable to me. But I know I see it in red. I see the anger bubbling to the surface beneath the repetitive waves. I see the passion humming in the fibers of the sea moss. I see the strength in the bows of the trees as they resist the storm winds. I stand at the edge of the water and I let red tears stain my face and scream into the sky; answer me.
Why do I not recognise the world I see before me?
