There’s nothing like the blues of the ocean for clearing the head, lifting the spirit, and finding utopia.

Every season at the beach has its unique beauty and tone. One teacher colleague of mine believed this was essential science for children. She took her class on an annual field trip to her Maine beach house, to teach them about the ecology of the winter beach.
Spring beach trips in New England are chilly and unpredictable. Last weekend I went to Plum Island in Newburyport, Massachusetts, and the infinite shades of ultramarine blues in the sea restored my creative spirit.
For half of my life if not longer, I have had easy access to the ocean. I have always found it to be calming, centering, and of course, beautiful. Living the past 14 years in the Midwest, well, it certainly is different. My first exposure to the Kansas grasslands was a pleasant surprise; the fields with their stalks swaying in the breeze are a lot like the grandness and expanse of the sea.
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Beautifully said.
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