Monday, June 13, 2011
The Beach Cure
We had a very depressing spring here. Chilly, damp, rainy... that was the entire month of April. May wasn't much better; day after day of gray skies and tornado warnings every other night. I was getting seriously depressed, moping around the house. My mood was as gray as the sky. I told my husband I was craving the beach. Sun, sand, and surf were what I needed. In the midst of this, his company announced a meeting in Florida in June. Did I want to go along? Why yes, I did. So, finally, I am getting ready to hit the beach.
I never even saw the ocean until I was fourteen years old. I have loved it ever since. However, I have always lived far from the ocean, nowhere near a beach. Going to the beach is a rare and special thing for me. I am never depressed when I am on or near a beach. I love the sound of the surf. I love seeing my footprints in the sand. I love lying in the shade under a palm tree. It's better than Prozac for me. It cures all my ills.