Chapter 37

The sound of the sea comes, mingled with the cheering of seagulls, white rising and falling over the waves. The sound of the sea comes, mingled with the whispers of the shells to one another, laughter under their breath. Mingled with the murmur of spawning fish in the cracks of the rocks. Mingled with the hum of the growing corals. With the song of the dewdrops. The sound of the sea comes. The sea sings for the shore, only for the shore: whether the shore knows it or not. The vast melody of the sea swells in the air: love is real, the real is beautiful, beauty is fertile. The vast melody of the sea swells in the corals, in the shells, in the hearts of the birds of the storms, the fish, in human beings…