Before Columbus"Remember when the earth was flat?", I wonder aloud as I watch waves break over each other. You smile at me but I know you don't understand. Not really. We speak such different languages. The cerulean sea blends into the edge of the sky until the horizon isn't anything but different shades of blue. It's easy to imagine that nothing lies beyond this, that on the edge of the world we can fall out and lose ourselves in an oblivion of sunsets...