Inspiration

An old man was sitting by the ocean. His misty eyes seemed to reflect the glum uneasy water. The intense indigo heart of each wave slowly gnawed away the emerald crystal to unleash pearly froth tears. The ocean didn't use to be this menacing a giant. It should only have been a mystic source of life and vigour, a blend of all shades, refuge for all beauty. Alas, now it was ready to vanquish without mercy. And so it did. Relentlessly. ... 

The old man was still there - his body, hectically tossed in the water. His eyes - now set on the bright silky blue vault above. The warmth of his last breath seeking the heart of every one who had lost someone in that terrible disaster.