Ocean sounds

The waves come, transient yet always present, rising and falling. Light is scattered, and the color of the water is ever-changing, yet always familiar. Is it possible not to love them as they dance inward, crashing into the pebbles? It's impossible not to notice or enjoy the salty wind and the cold breeze? In this ocean-side life, they are stalwarts - present, and passing, always the same and never changing.