On the beach on a summers day. The day starts of light and sunny and the wind is cool and lightly breezy as the day progresses. The wind starts to pick up and the ebb and flow of the waves start to get harder and faster, and froth up more and more and bubble and pop before us. And the children as to busy having fun and good times, playing and building sand castle and covering their parents from neck to toe nails in sand.. To care that the day is changing before them. Then all of a sudden the rain start to fall. And like a rhythmical pattern is covers us all. As we make a dash to get cover from the brewing gale that is coming in from across the Atlantic.

Because of the disco beat, which never relents, the ocean seemed composed of fragmented glass. It falls on a beach painted wet on wet in watercolours and in the sky painted gulls and the metal pin of an airplane. The musical scene felt like animation, the winds coming as in an artful video. Just after half way I heard the Zephyr, soprano voices over the drone. The industrial sounds continued, with that ethereal voice calling from a long way off. The beach grasses waved like animated strokes. The water fell in shattered glass drops. The sonic beachscape built on itself, growing richer, even visionary. The drone continued, a quiet fan with beach detritus, aluminum foil caught in it. Planes flew by. Insects crawled in the dunes. Sandpipers bounced on sand wet with seafoam. Clouds became sparse. The sun shone and it was over.

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I was there when the storm arose on a busy beach by the salty sea, I was there when things crawled out of the sea, reaching for the shore and I could hear the excited voices of children splashing and collecting those things laid down along the line of foam. I can hear the memories of a hungry ocean, always in flux, lifting and holding aloft that which she despises and clutching into her depths that which she loves and longs to keep forever. . .I was there and I heard the call of the sirens, the splash of the mermaid, and the beautiful and mesmerizing appeal of this haunting ocean . .