Right up to the moment the wind broke up--it beats me what is so funny. But the beach decked out in dream sponge viscera, tuatua tongue, secret froth, luxuriant hair of rock is such a sight I am pretty silly with it.
You have slept through this. I am standing here dripping wet and in two minds. When have you ever looked so seriously beautiful? You will wake, I suppose, in your own time.