Spent some time this morning watching the waves crash on the rocks and listening to the pounding of the surf on the sand. It was an hour of sheer bliss. This afternoon I happily took shelter inside when the thermometer hit 90 degrees.
That seagull cooperated in being nicely placed in the scene, accentuating the sky but letting the waves crashing be the lead. Your hour there sounds like total bliss. I grew up on a small island and I miss that sound.
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