Robert Wyatt - The Sight of the Wind lyrics

We could hear it before the shutters were open, the wind on the beach. Then we found miniature sand dunes on the concrete of the balcony and a dead leaf zig-zagging, scratching an urgent message in Sanskrit before hitching a ride on a frisky gust. A plastic bag caught by a rail rearing to go, in such a flap we set it free to join a page of last week's news racing high above the undulating beach, and the invisible flying sand casting a fast moving shadow stroking the beach clean. Yesterday's footprints vanished, replaced by smooth rippling wave formations, a copy of the sea. No one walking, not even the dogs. A day for the rubbish to dance.