THE WINTER SEA POETRY

It was considered a virtue not to talk unnecessarily at sea and the old man had always considered it so and respected it.
(Ernest Hemingway, The Old Man and the Sea)

Loving the sea in winter means appreciating it in all its shades, especially the saddest and most melancholy ones. Those with a passion for the sea cannot stand the crowds and heat of August but appreciate the blue expanse and the silence of winter, broken only by the rising waves on the shoreline. The winter sea, sometimes impetuous, agitated, swollen, sometimes placid and disconsolate with its inseparable companion wind that cold and sharp prostrates itself indomitable to escort the waves.
I like the sea in winter because it is for a few.