Or the gentle cawing of seagulls swooping through the air.
Looking down at the sand that was seeping into my clogs, I spotted a shell and a stone.
The stone was so smooth and perfectly formed. It took a lot of time and being tossed around in the ocean for that to happen.
Then, sitting on some rocks where our children used to go crabbing, so many years ago, this sweet flower caught my eye. Of course, it was pink and the only one in bloom! The flower seemed to be a gift from on High.