When walking on the foreshore, gazing at the sea, calmness comes.
Why I wonder? Is it knowing I have no control? The waves and tides have unbroken rhythms. Waves whipped by wind, white-capped, wild. Tides crashing the shore, tossing its cargo of sea treasures.
My mind moves in unison with the scene giving over my worries and cares. Mesmerized by nature, I am refreshed.