Where I live, I hear birds chirping. All day long, the distant traffic sounds are punctuated by shrill peels of their glorification of Allah.
There is also a constant cool breeze that runs through the house when the windows are open. I look out and see mountains and acres of greenery in the distance.
Then, why, oh dear Lord, why is my heart set on the sea? Why is it that I crave the whisper of gently crashing waves? Why do I wish for salt on the breeze? Why do I want sunshine on my face?
Would I trade green for blue?
Oh yes. Definitely.