A soft pastel drawing of a pine wood by the sea.
As you walk over the scattered dry pine needles which form a reddish colour on the ground, it is so quiet and you can smell the pine. But as you follow the pale blue light you start to hear waves against the shore - and there it is, the sea. You can sit on the bough of a pine tree as you listen to the shore. Can you smell the pine? Can you feel the pine needles beneath your feet? Can you hear something gentle in the air?