Open sea, infinity, touch the sky and soil, the permeation of blue and colors of the ground… This natural perfection is very difficult to describe by words. So I will use lyrics of great Indian writer Rabindranath Tagore:

My heart, the bird of the wilderness, has found its sky in your eyes.
They are the cradle of the morning, they are the kingdom of the stars.
My songs are lost in their depths.
Let me but soar in that sky, in its lonely immensity.
Let me but cleave its clouds and spread wings in its sunshine.