Sun pours in off the emerald green water, dark and then light with the horizon speeding away and the gentle long-shored waves pouring in. The crisp image of beach, cliffs, emerald green water, the wind (whipping the sand in mini snow-dustings underfoot), whipping your hair this way and that, and your skirt, and the imaginary trees not on the sand 100s of yards in the distance.

The thick cheese, the bright song of an unnamed small bird.