Sweatshirts and Sandy Feet: My Happy Place

It was a warmish sunny October Sunday, perfect for an impromptu drive to Jones Beach after the summer crowds.

It was far from empty; there were families and couples enjoying the peace.

Debris, from both humans and nature. I guess people brought coffee and more milk than they needed?

No umbrella rentals until next year.

No lifeguards either.

With all their rules, you think they’d know how to spell.

Cool bike rack or seahorse sculpture?

The route back to the parking lot.

My happy places are anyplace where nobody is demanding anything big of me. It could be the corner seat in the subway car, in my home, dance class or spending time with pleasant people. I found a bench tucked under the commuter rail station in my area where I could have a nice phone conversation; the acoustics are great and there’s a pretty view of the neighborhood. But nothing beats the sound of waves and the feel of sand in my sneakers.