The slurpy slapping of the sea was muted, a metronomic murmur. The waves were merely snoozing, sluggish and slumbering in their liquid robes. They dribbled up to the beach of the sheltered cove, then shuddered and drizzled their sea spray onto its surface, whisking the stones before releasing. A current of cold electricity passed through the air. The wind whipped up. The sea simmered. The mesmeric beauty of its beat was heart-swelling. The sea was its own master, kindling its own symphony.