I put a seashell to my ear, and it all comes back.
The yellow sun,
the Mediterranean blue of the sky,
The children running on the beach that day,
The killdeer birds marching in formation
Down to the sea and back, down to the sea and back.
When my memory wanders, as it does when bad things happen,
I put a seashell to my ear and it all comes back.
/ The San Sebastian Strings