I usually wish for the same thing every night, but tonight I wished to see the Mediterranean. Longing to cross oceans and explore unfamiliar terrain is nothing new for me, but something about longing for a coastline so shrouded with the echoes of history feels so different and so profound now. Nearly every aspect of my life as it stands now feels so unprecedented, so unexpected. How would it feel, even then, to have access to a coastline that once cradled countless ancient sailors and inspired epic poetry? To have overcome, and to stand proudly, staring straight out into the depths?