Lightness of being on a deserted winter beach

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Back on the beach. The tide is but a distant swoooosh, a faintly pulsing thrum that draws you in to listen for its intermittent soothing surges. The light is low and the air is grey and heavy but vibrating with birdie trills, tweets and whistles.

The sounds are coming from every direction and none in this sweeping quadrophonic  soundscape. So bracing, so full and so invigorating. Continue reading