At 9PM last night it was still warm enough to wear just a t-shirt, and I had the beach all to myself. I sat down and listened to the waves gently lapping on the shingle and the occasional seagull in the distance, whilst watching the colours in the sea and sky slowly change. The smooth serenity of the waves and scenery seeped into me as I sat and a great feeling of calmness and tranquillity was soon mine.
There is something deeply comforting about the sound of wave noise. One theory is that it sounds like our mother’s amniotic fluid when we are in the womb, and there may be some truth to this. Whatever the explanation, 20 minutes by the waterside in twilight made everything seem right with the world.
Cheers, Tom.
P.S. To anyone who read my blog of yesterday: I didn’t go for a swim in the sea. I had to stay in to wait for a parcel, honest! It didn’t turn up either.
09/05/08 @ 10:14