Cherish the madness. We are only here for a little while.
Thursday, July 28, 2011
White caps, white noise
It has been a blustery and wave-crashing kind of week East of the Equator. North and south winds blowing the water this way and that, big waves, white caps and the constant hum of crashing waves. I can sit in absolute silence all day and night listening to the sound of Lake Huron constantly crashing on the beach. It's a gorgeous sound - better than music, baseball and YouTube. Pictures don't do the sound justice but it's all I have.