Low tide, early morning
The water pulls back further than you expect, leaving ribbed sand and small pools that hold the sky. Nothing hurries. Gulls walk rather than fly.
Sea Solitude
Slow notes from quiet shores.
On listening
After an hour by the water the noise in your head settles into the rhythm of the waves. It is less a sound than a pace.
Off season
Closed kiosks, folded umbrellas, an empty pier. The coast is most itself when nobody is trying to enjoy it.