At the beach, life is different. A day moves not from hour to hour but leaps from mood to moment. We go with the currents, plan around the tides, follow the sun. We measure happiness by nothing we can hold, nothing we can catch. Everywhere, life is jumping and elusive and momentously momentary.
When your tongue can taste shadows and your friends are shedding tears, That's when you know that hell is empty 'cos all the devils are here.