As I walk across the dune grass, I can hear the wet surf just over the ridge. The wind carries the salty smell of the beach onto my clothes, in my hair, across my skin and I am refreshed. I take a deep breath. And another. And again and again.
Restored. Renewed. Calm. Filled to the brim with fresh air from the ocean. And my soul fully watered.
Tomorrow I paint. Before anything else. I paint!