If I lived by the sea, I would take a photo of the sea every day to see if there are any two days in the year that look the same. My hypothesis being that there aren’t.
Then I would probably take a picture of the sea at different times of the day to see how the sea looked different in the mornings compared to the evenings.
Perhaps I would also write down the weather conditions for each photo so that I’d know if the sea had a particular look to it when the wind blew from the west compared to those days when it blew from the east.
Those who have lived by the sea all their lives most likely have all that knowledge. They know what to expect when the sea turns gray or the horizon dark blue. They know where the sun sets when it’s December and where it comes up when it’s July. They know the scariest and the wildest stories about the sea. Where the pirates landed and how many people they killed. How there was a beast that rose from the sea and it turned into a roaring island.
Sunset is a sacred event here at the Greek Islands. Even the busiest tavern keepers stop for a moment to admire the setting sun by the sea. Locals scooter up to city cliffs or beaches just in time to savor the moment. It might seem odd to go through all that trouble for just a few minutes, but it’s also a heartfelt appreciation of beauty that’s not available to the most of us.