Pellucidity

My life is like a stroll upon the beach. - Thoreau

floating 'pon music

drinking wine from paper bags

tide wash over me

Author's Note

"We often love to think now of the life of men on beaches,--at least in midsummer, when the weather is serene; their sunny lives on the sand, amid the beach-grass and bayberries, their companion a cow, their wealth a jag of driftwood or a few beach plums, and their music the surf and the peep of the beech-bird." - Thoreau