I slipped on my sandals, grabbed my beach chair and hoisted its straps over my shoulders (yes, I looked very much like a turtle, I’m sure), and slowly made my way the three blocks to the beach. The mighty Atlantic looked like it had been tamed by an unseen hand as the tide, first sounding a bit thunderous, segued into seltzer being poured onto the sand, then neatly lapped near my feet like a pup. And the air–oh, the air! A mix of salt and seaweed and SPF 4 Coppertone with a bit of dead fish as a finish.

I inhaled deeply, settled into my chair, and I was home.