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