The waves whooshed in and out with a loud sucking sound, then an intense silence at the moment before they crashed down again.
It was a music that I remembered from my childhood, when nature, night, and summertime all went together.
My kids took turns executing running jumps from the top of the high dunes, knowing that they would land in the soft sand below. They trudged slowly up the sand hill, then ran down as fast as momentum could carry them.
To get close to the sea, you had to get wet.. Soaked sweatshirts came off and pants were rolled up. And the children raced towards the waves, splashing in chilly sheer joy.
We stomped through the overgrown flowers, sending white winged butterflies up in a frenzy around us.