Its lovely. All filtered sunlight and tussock scratching across my ankles until I got to the top of the sand dune and the wind started whipping my face.
Perfect soundtrack to Ursula Le Guin's 'Searoad', which I'm currently relishing.
"...he went on finding Japanese glass netfloats every winter on this beach, years after anyone else had found one. Some of the floats he found had limpets growing on them. Bearded with moss and in garments green, they had floated for years on the great waves, tiny unburst bubbles, green, translucent earthlets in foam galaxies, moving away, drawing near."
Perfect soundtrack to Ursula Le Guin's 'Searoad', which I'm currently relishing.
"...he went on finding Japanese glass netfloats every winter on this beach, years after anyone else had found one. Some of the floats he found had limpets growing on them. Bearded with moss and in garments green, they had floated for years on the great waves, tiny unburst bubbles, green, translucent earthlets in foam galaxies, moving away, drawing near."