I was in a hotel room in Manhattan Beach last week, searching for a wayward document, browsing through emails, when I suddenly heard it. My window was open, and there it was: The sound of the Pacific Ocean, tumbling, roaring.
I stopped and listened. It filled me with joy.
Thursday I sat down for a meal at Sugar Reef, my favorite restaurant on the boardwalk in Hollywood, Florida where I live. Again, I heard it. The sound of the Atlantic, rolling ashore. And again, great joy.