Sound walk.

My favorite part of fall is that people stop going to the beach.  As soon as the crowds are gone, it become the perfect place to bring my dogs to the beach and let them run free.  The classic soundmarks are the waves crashing onto the shore and crashing into  the jetties.  The fall lets go of some of the other soundmarks, children shouting, people chatting, excessive splashing.  The only slashing I hear comes from my dogs running in and out of the water.  There's also birds chirping in fear of my when my dogs chase them, an uanessacry fear.  I hear my dogs panting, signaling their need for water. As I walk I can hear my breath, my feet molding Into the sand.  I hear the water in my water bottle swish back and forth with each step.  I hear a couple having a conversation, pausing to say hello and pet the dogs as they pass by.  I hear the distant sound of a truck driving on the sand, I hear my dogs sprinting after me as we run towards the parking lot to avoid getting g a fine, I hear the couple I spoke to laughing, realizing we are running from the workers,  I hear my doffs claws hitting the cement as we reach the parking lot,  keys clammoring as I fumble for the unlock button, and finally I hear us all panting as we all sit in the car getting to ready to head home after what was a soothing evening, minus the run.