The constant sound of waves

I'm standing by the sea, just out of the water. A perfect dip in the surf. Sun and a gentle breeze dry my sun-kissed skin. I strolled along the shore. My lips still salty from the seawater. The constant sound of the waves lulls me into blissful relaxation.  The waves seem to speak to me. My mind doesn't understand a single word, but my soul remembers every whispered word, its purpose. Like echoes from a distant place deep within me, cogs in my subconscious rattle, now taking over. I lie down on the sand; through my golden swim trunks, I feel the eternal heat of the beach seep into my hips, enveloping me, absorbing me.