No longer narrow lanes
twisting through green hills of trees
frilly ripple of stream,
but a sharp exhalation
loud exclamation
of sky and water and brazen sun;
nor inland cooing of doves
soft sounds of silence,
the roar of wild surf
raucous seabirds contending
for beach turf;
not sharp bite of apple
subtle nibble of plum,
whirl of salt in the air
expands eardrums
reams the nostrils
forces eyes to take it all in.