QUIETER THAN NORMALLY,

although at the beach there is no normality of course. Every day the sea is different of colour, there are waves, high or rolling, no birds to see or many. Not every day the beach is levelled, this early morning it was. Tidy and neat.
Walk to the end, till where it is forbidden to go further and make the blip.
Half way back we swim in the rather cold water, refreshed we cycle home.

The haiku:

Birds nibble the rim of the moon
Seagulls and terns alike
Then dive

And the proverb from the world:

You gazed at the moon, and fell in a gutter.