I love listening to the surf and feeling it in my ears by laying my head on the sand. My breath attunes to its rhythm.

I remember telling a a hippie chick friend this, and she said, "Oh, it's all the negative ions from the salt water, man." So I always think of that and laugh. (She also referred to her nervous breakdown as a "nervy b" which I still think is one of the most hilarious minimizations of tragedy ever.)