Every day as I make the long trek to and from my office, I would take a shortcut off of 1A and drive down Revere Beach, right next to the ocean.
In the morning, I watch the sun glint off the water like a thousand diamonds. I watch the ice float towards the shore. I slow down. I don't care if I'm late. I roll down the windows, even when it is only 17 degrees, just to be that much closer to the water. You can taste it in the air. I like to feel the wind on my face, see the early morning people walking down the boardwalk, by themselves, with dogs, with each other. I wonder what their jobs are. I breathe.
At night, I feel the tension come out of my shoulders as I drive along the beach. The worst of my commute is over. I am almost home. During the summer, I watch the yo-boys with their car stereo's blasting, sitting on their cars with milkshakes, trying so desperately to look cool. I breathe in the scents of summer, sunblock and ocean and ice cream and fried food.
There were winter storms when I drove by and saw waves bigger than any I have ever seen. There was a foggy, raw, fall evening when the fog pressed so close that it seemed there was no ocean, no world beyond my car. So many moments of sunshine and peace, driving by the ocean.
It is my moment of zen, no matter the season.
I will miss the sea.
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