Some days the words just don’t come, or seem inadequate and unworthy of the attempt to describe this scene. Instead, I sit by the ocean and just listen and allow its rhythm to speak to me and let the calm it brings flow through me.
I could attempt to describe the sights and sounds of an early October afternoon at the beach; the family playing cricket, sisters strolling past discussing pensions, dogs investigating interesting smells, couples holding hands by the shore, two men playing guitars outside their beach hut, and the busy café supplying ice cream to remind us of the summer just gone. I could mention the light which cascades down onto the water below, and gives the distant cliffs a pink hue.
Yet none of it can really capture this moment, or do justice to the feeling of being here and listening to the ocean.