It’s raining where I am today so there’s only one thing on my mind. How badly I wish I could go to the beach. I wish I could pack a sandwich, chips, and some drinks, and drive them to the nearest stretch of sand, take my shoes off, and just chill. I’d warm my bones on the sand until I was compelled to go and run in the ocean, letting the cold water readjust my attitude. Then I’d dry back up laying on a towel reading a book and knowing that everything in life is going to be just fine.

Real beach lovers know this and know it well. We will wake up at the crack of dawn just to schlep an expertly-packed beach bag to the nearest plage. We know how hearing the crash of waves can put your mind at ease. We love building sandcastles with the drip technique (if you know you know). We will chase a frisbee for miles.