Listening on the beach revealed some sonic gemstones. There are the omnipresent sounds of the ocean, the wind, and the seagulls. But listening closely to the waves, you can hear what direction they are coming from, crashing from the left or the right, growing in dynamics as they get closer. I've aptly named this directional sonic dynamics, it's catchy. Lying on my belly, with my ear to the ground, I could hear my toes crawling into the sand as a muffled-sand-paper-against-wood sound. When my friend moved around on her towel, I could hear it through the ground as well, as a thud, grinding noise. The sound of her footsteps approaching our towels, also travelled through the sand, they were short sounds, no reverberation at all.
Voices were carried through the rushing wind, little girls' happy shrieks travelled through the air. A voice caught mid-squeal, getting lost in an overpowering wave. The sand picked up by the wind sounded like a salt shaker being shook over tin foil or something, soft pingy rustly noises.
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