The quiet hills

What I love about the hills is the quietness.
The quietness of sound and action.
Just hanging around is fine.

The ocean, to me, is the ultimate in activity.
The waves rise and fall.
There is high tide and there is low tide.
The roar of the waves that thrilled me so much twenty years ago, have lost their appeal.
Even at its lowest, doesn't matter how gentle, there is still that forward movement of the gentlest line of water, and then its retreat.
It is all too much.
Too much to hear and too much to see.
And then there is of course far more to do.
Simple swimming, water-sports, the seafood - its all there and can not, should not be ignored.
The sun reflects off the sand and the water and creates an energy of its own.
It is all glowing, exciting, eager energy.
The kind of energy I appreciate, but no longer revel in.

The hills are where I thrive.