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I went to the beach today. I spent the morning wasting time around my laundry, but finally dragged my ass out the door to go to the beach. I was feeling pretty down to tell you the truth. Kind of melancholy. I took the bus (boat bus) to Lido (about 30 minutes by "bus") and walked to the beach. I stopped along the way to buy a bottle of wine and some chicken drumettes for stupid amounts of cheap. I only went to the beach because I hadn't been there yet. I never thought it would affect me so much. As soon as I saw the real surf. . . it was like coming home. The smell of brine and the feel of sand under my boots. . . I suddenly felt my mood lift ten times over. I didn't thing it would affect me so much. I took off my boots and rolled up my pants and stood in the water for a while and felt like a part of me that had left me had come back. I think I might go back tomorrow and take a swim. When I was in the surf today my pants got wet dispite me rolling the legs up and I just couldn't find it within myself to care. It was like I had come back home. I spent the next few hours sitting on the beach watching the waves, drinking wine, and singing to myself. I feel revitalized.