Ohh the sound! It's the best soundtrack to just about anything. Sleeping, eating, conversing, playing, reading the wooosh of the ocean just fits so perfectly; a perfect sonic frame that accentuates any action or thought.
That sound has been massaging my ears for days, but now, I've left it. Before it's memory gets too fuzzy around the edges, and the crash of the waves smooths my recollection to a dull gleam, an ode to the ocean: to the sand, to the waves, to the smooth black rocks, and to the people that live as its neighbour.
Eating on the beach, playing football on the beach. Making sand castles on the beach and making a fire on the beach. Playing music, singing, dancing chanting on the beach! Hiking up hills and looking down on the beach, or getting on a boat and watching the beach get smaller, smaller, smaller. Off the beach there are dolphins, they swim just off the shallows and make our play seem small. Sleeping on the beach, petting dogs, cats and cows on the beach. Yoga on the beach, running and reading, eating fruit, joining hands with ancient hippies, dreads to their waist, all on the beach!
All the while, the wooosh and crashh of the ocean cradles our actions, smooths them out and places a smile on our face.
The 10 hour bus ride, with broken seats, no place for our package, rude, angry drivers (who very nearly forgot someone at a rest stop, had we not yelled and screamed for them to stop) and tires that accentuate each bump, was it's antithesis. I have experienced yin and yang acutely. It's sounds are the steady crash of the waves and the angry rumble of an uncared for bus with moaning passengers and crude drivers.
That sound has been massaging my ears for days, but now, I've left it. Before it's memory gets too fuzzy around the edges, and the crash of the waves smooths my recollection to a dull gleam, an ode to the ocean: to the sand, to the waves, to the smooth black rocks, and to the people that live as its neighbour.
Eating on the beach, playing football on the beach. Making sand castles on the beach and making a fire on the beach. Playing music, singing, dancing chanting on the beach! Hiking up hills and looking down on the beach, or getting on a boat and watching the beach get smaller, smaller, smaller. Off the beach there are dolphins, they swim just off the shallows and make our play seem small. Sleeping on the beach, petting dogs, cats and cows on the beach. Yoga on the beach, running and reading, eating fruit, joining hands with ancient hippies, dreads to their waist, all on the beach!
All the while, the wooosh and crashh of the ocean cradles our actions, smooths them out and places a smile on our face.
The 10 hour bus ride, with broken seats, no place for our package, rude, angry drivers (who very nearly forgot someone at a rest stop, had we not yelled and screamed for them to stop) and tires that accentuate each bump, was it's antithesis. I have experienced yin and yang acutely. It's sounds are the steady crash of the waves and the angry rumble of an uncared for bus with moaning passengers and crude drivers.
I loled
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