Not a typo. It’s just that I’m pretty sure I’ve used “Back to the Beach” before. Still, what better way to describe that first glimpse of the ocean and waves, of the vast plain of sand.

Yesterday’s arrival was complicated. Tampa had four inches of rain in eight hours. Planes couldn’t land. My flight was delayed. Rain continued off and on throughout the afternoon, so it was late in the day when I finally made it to the shore.

But it was the same as always. The drop in the shoulders, the air in the lungs, the feeling that once again I’m in a place where I can slow down, think, heal.

Back to the beach.