I wish I could put my finger on it so I could properly recreate it back home.

I can sit on my porch and write all night at home, or sit in the sun and read.  I can shop, sightsee, drink beer and eat seafood at home.  The only thing I can’t do at home is splash in the surf and get sand in my swimsuit – and I don’t think that is the exact thing that makes the beach work so well for me.

There is something about the act of simply being here that does it.  Maybe it’s the air, or the sound of the surf when the wind is right, or the fact that everyone actually slows down for a little while.

Whatever it is, if I could bottle it, I’d have enough money to move here.