This week I have definitely felt a bit of homesickness tugging at my coastal heart. I have been daydreaming about the sound of the ocean and cool, foggy mornings, and the smell of dew-sprinkled grass. I miss not being able to sink my feet into the sand and stare off into the ocean- vast and great before me- and count the sailboats on the horizon. There is no place that soothes my soul, restores my spirit, and clears my mind like being near the ocean. It's such a humbling experience to stand beside the greatest force on earth and feel the rush of the wind on your face as the waves pound the shore, or the pull of the water under your feet as it retreats into the abyss. The ocean doesn't care who you are, what you do for a living, how much money you have, or the kind of house you live in. It doesn't care about how you look, who you know, how successful you are, or the mistakes you've made- every second of every day of every year the waves have been carving, building, destroying, and reconstructing the land all around us, and they will continue to do so, day in and day out, until the end of time. So this is my ode to my heart's happiest place and the glorious shade of seafoam- cool, clean, cheery, and calm, in a few of its loveliest apparitions.