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A REFLECTION
My Repeat Holiday By The Sea
The ocean’s embrace draws and heals me
“Ahh!” I breathed, relief flooding my lungs in an overwhelming spate of contentment.
My toes had just hit the sand.
It was 8:00 p.m., and the moon was already out, gracing the sky and shining above all the Boardwalk soldiers moving to and fro on their feet, scooters, and bicycles.
As strangers shuffled, the moon stood still, smiling at them. I looked up at its delicate roundness, which traveled from its distance out in space to me. Our faces locked, and we both smiled — the moon and me.
We knew each other in this vast aloneness with the companionship of other beings, united in the salted air that was already coursing through my lungs.
I felt the warm grains of sand under my feet, squeezing up between my toes. Touch therapy was already nurturing me and infiltrating my being, moving up to my heart and my mind.
I scanned the idyll, looking to the left, across the ocean and the sky, and to my right. I smiled again. I had needed this trip — this space, this place where I oxygenate.
Immediately, I felt like a new person, as though my body had reversed its aging 20 years in 20 seconds. Isn’t it strange how much…
