[Intro, wind off the water, footsteps on cold sand, unhurried] I went down to the sea in November when nobody goes there anymore [Verse 1, close and conversational, noticing rather than explaining] the kiosk is shuttered for winter the lifeguard tower is only a tower the sand keeps the prints of a few walkers and the wind takes the rest without hurry the water is grey and quieter than summer it comes in, it goes out, it does not perform no one is watching and it does not mind it is still the whole sea, even now [Verse 2, same restraint, the empty beach turning into permission] I used to think a place like this was waiting holding its breath for the summer to return but it looks like it is resting instead and resting looks like being itself maybe I am allowed an off-season too a few grey months where nothing is asked where I keep coming in and going out with no one needing me to shine [Bridge, instruments thin out, bass clarinet and waves only, one held breath] nobody has to come for it to be the sea nobody has to clap for the tide to turn it keeps its own time under the low sky and so, for now, will I [Chorus, warm and wide, opening gently, never lifting into volume] so let it be quiet, let it be grey let the season be over and still be here I can walk the long way to the water and be enough without the summer [Outro, gentle resolution, footsteps fading, full stop ending] I turn back before the light goes the sand fills my steps in behind me the sea will be here in the morning doing nothing for anyone, and fine
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