My weekend schedule was finally in sync with the weather and I was able to put in an entire day ocean side and reacquaint myself with the rhythm of the sea.
Even with eyes closed, I can track the movement of the ocean.
Water drawing back across the sand creates a sound like a sigh - the ocean drawing a breath in preparation for another surge.
The hiss of boiling sea foam tells of building forces - a swell pushing toward shore.
The hiss becomes a roar as the swell curls into a rushing wave.
The roar gives way to a thunderclap - hundreds of gallons of water crashing down onto a blend of sand and fractured shells.
A blow of sound - like air rushing from the lungs of a weightlifter who has jut moved a seemingly impossible burden - tells of water rushing to moisten drying sand.
Then a return of the sigh. Water retreating, the ocean drawing a breath, preparing to repeat the effort.
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