The Sounds of Carova Beach

As I sit in my beach chair, I immediately hear the soothing crash of the waves. The radio next to me emits the sound of a song with a high pitched singer. Drums dominate the tune while the radio dominates my ears. I hear low murmurs of multiple side conversations. I hear the bassy smack sound of cornhole bags hitting the board, with the occasional loud WOO when it goes in the hole. Someone takes off the ankle strap that connects them to their surfboard and it sounds like a major rip of a pair of jeans. I hear the "chk chk" of someone trying to light a cigarette but failing multiple times due to the wind. I hear a low, heavy panting coming from my dog as he basks in the hot sun.