A constant rumbling, with thunderous crashes, debris of rocks, and seaweed, and the occasional jetsam about, a southerly wind and a chill in the air, but I'm standing in the sun, wearing just a hooded jacket and a pair of cargo pants and the rays warm me. I'm mesmerised by the waves as they crash and tumble, and the birds run from them, chasing after disoriented sealife on the sand. There's thundering all around me, but it's calming me.
It's nice to be home.
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