Smooth; the lull of cicadas on a summer night; balmy air yielding a thick tension that clings to your hair and skin; softly crashing waves against the sand.
Saltwater.
He is the beach personified, in every kick of sand, or flicker of campfire. The carefree chatter of summer in-between swigs of Coopers or mouthfuls of beet and egg filled “burgers with the lot’.
The slick and sheen of sunscreen against your sun-golden skin.
Sunnies and thongs left at the heels of a bikini-clad dash to the sea.
As pure and honest as music can be.