waves a ways off crash into rocks at half the speed of sound

waves a ways off crash into rocks at half the speed of sound with a lower octave of rushing and the dusting of foam that falls slowly on those who climb too close along the snaking coastal peaks plunging into sands that stretch below the waves much further than we consider when distracted by castles made from the stuff, dried by unfiltered sun

is this why time passes so slowly on beach days?

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