to be that totally carefree lil' beach bum that would swim in the freezing Atlantic, and pop out, grab his blanket and sprint for the hot sand in the dunes where, the hot sand warmed my stomach, and the overhead sun baked my back as my teeth chattered and gulls circled and moaned overhead.
I'd lie there and hear the gulls and the surf, and my eyelids would grow so heavy and then.......I'd fall asleep.
No worries, no place I had to be, no bill I had to pay......just the sound of the sea.