Usually when I go running on the seaside on weekends, the place is buzzing, and the sounds flying around are both loud and versatile (laughs, yells, squeaking see-saws, roller blades on the pavement, tupperwares being opened, you name it).
While running though, I tend to block out any outside noise, and concentrate on the rhythm of my moving legs as I get absorbed into my own realm of thoughts (which could range from the serious and life-altering, to stuff like "Oops, my socks don't match"!).
Today though, both a Friday and early morning, the seaside was my very own. I enjoyed the serenity for a change, and was free to notice the gentle sounds that would've otherwise paled in comparison.
Slam, slam. Slam, slam- my runners inconsiderately hitting the paved path.
Squish, squash. Squish, squash- the same runners only now they're landing on the still moist grass (no doubt the sprinklers were on not too long ago- don't you just adore sprinklers?)
wooooooooshhhhhhhhhh.... the waves, gently yet overwhelmingly, drenching the beach sand.
Chirps of the early birds (happy after getting the worm?;)... my own breathing, fast and heavy.
The sound of leaves dancing to the wind.. a little Meow from the tiny kitten shyly peeking from between the cracks...
It was a totally different relaxing experience. I can't say it's better, but different. When the place is buzzing, it also has it's own unique magic.
As I run past families, kids and all sorts of people, I never hang around enough to hear a complete sentence, so I end up with a very amusing collage of bits and pieces from people's conversations.
It's always enjoyable and interesting, and sometimes, so darn funny!
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