Praise the beach.
I walked along the beach by the shore, away from the kids and fishermen and the surfers. All by myself. Such bliss. My breath gradually deepened, extended and slowed right down. Syncing my breath with my steps, breathing in the cold fresh air, and breathing out the feeling of heaviness and well, let’s face it, grumpiness. I left feeling lighter and fresher, my spine was straighter. I was looking at the sky rather than at my feet. I was myself again.
Oh, the beach, the beach. How I love thee.