I wake to the cree of the seaside. High-octane joy.
The sky hangs languidly over onrushing water, shifting mountains of pulverizing force, swift and swooping. Waves turn themselves inside out as they break, then pause and spit out clouds of mist. At the water’s edge, a Lohengrinning couple exchange vows under the azure sky.
I love the beach. And beach music. So do The Embers.
Where do you find your joy?