I'm moving

I'm coming

Can you hear, what I hear

It's calling you my dear

Out of reach

(Take me to my beach)

I can hear it, calling you

I'm coming not drowning

Swimming closer to you

- Pure Shores by All Saints -

When anxious, uneasy and bad thoughts come,

I go to the sea, and the sea drowns them out with its great wide sounds,

cleanses me with its noise and imposes a rhythm upon everything in me

that is bewildered and confused.

- Rainer Maria Rilke -

If you are itching for some fun under the sun and is the type who can "rough it up", Burot Beach is the place to go.