Sometimes you just have to get away.
For me, there is no better escape than the beach with a good book.
Yesterday, was my moment.
I recently arrived in Florida.
After two days of dreary weather, Tuesday dawned sunny and bright.
I packed up my beach chair and umbrella, SPF 50 sunscreen, my Nook and headed to the beach.
5 hours later, after witnessing a truly memorable pink tinged sunset, accompanied by a full moon rising, I departed a new person.
On the way to my car, even a confrontation with an aggressive black duck on a deserted beach could not dampen my spirits.
I had achieved full blown inner peace.
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