Written Friday, May 27th, 2011 on Coney Island Beach, Brooklyn, NY
...there's something so completely magical about the ocean. I can't explain why, but I feel a sense of calm and peace wash over me when I'm at the ocean. Maybe it's the sound of the waves rolling in and breaking. Maybe it's the vastness and the fact that there's no end in sight. Maybe it's the way that people act like they have not a care in the world, like they left all their worries and baggage in their car trunks or on the subway train. I know that part of the dynamic here is so unreal, which is why it makes for such a beautiful escape. Or maybe it's that this is reality, and my daily life has been twisted and corrupted to such a degree that I need to return periodically to the ocean to remember what it means to be alive.
