The seashore is a place of constant noise.
There is the whumff! of the breaker compressing a pocket of air as tons of water drop suddenly onto the beach. There is the subsequent falling-rain sound of droplets touching down. There is a sound to the movement of the gravel or sand itself. Then there is my favorite, the hiss of breath as the wave retreats and air re-enters the interstices of the beach. Not to mention the sounds of sea birds, the slapping of a halyard against a distant mast, the buffeting of wind in your ears. Some days there may be the sound of a barking dog or of children playing wildly. Another day there may be a fog horn.
I see the pictures of the sea. The sound plays from memories in my head.
And then there is the smell of the salt air and all the aromas involved...
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