The air has a fresh and fertile aroma, sea-weedy and salty. However there is another odor, an overlay- fetid and coppery- the smell of death. It's different from how you remember it. You listen to the sound of the waves. Rushing in, building, like the wind shushing through the trees before a storm, ebbing out and poising in silence, before building once again.
You see:
Memory
Links:
Outer Banks
Boardwalk