Water over rocks, rolling over itself.
Stones wearing each other down.
Sand moving.
The surf in the distance, bass rumbling.
There's an insect droning, heard faintly in the gaps in birdsong.
Leaves move over one another, and the wind moves through it all.
Sometimes softly, and other times more insistent.
And listen closely.
The sound of air moving into your lungs.
And the muffled thump of your heartbeat.
Music.
