“The earth has music for those who listen” –George Santayana
The morning sun begins peeking through the curtains as they blow in from the summer, ocean breeze far too early. Not ready for the long day, we snuggle under the covers listening to the love song the gulls begin to call across the warming white sands of the island. From outside our window we can hear the gentle kiss of the sea-foam on the beach below and we tangle ourselves in the sheets and ’round one another. As the tide comes in, the waves making love to the shore crescendo to match our own.
Dawn sings a love song
listen for her by the sea
a sweet melody