I am lying on a towel on this pebbled beach I call my second home. No other sounds but here but for the waves, and an occasional seagull. Through sunglass covered eyes I look at the azure sky with wisps of cloud, the breeze is light this morning and whispers of times gone by.
I eventually sit up and look out to the light rolling waves. These shores have no doubt seen so much and yet they reveal very little of it to me today.
The water heaves with movement like a birds chest rising with its heart. Then black cap gulls begin diving shoals confirming to me that beauty brings life when humanity leaves it alone.