I have always found comfort from the water. Many people do. I no longer live by the sea, but my family still has a beautiful home on the water that I visit often. I love when we drive over the first bridge on the way. I look to my right and to my left and I see water. It is still nearly an hour away from our destination, but I can smell it and I immediately breathe in as deep as I can and then I exhale really slowly. The comfort of that moment is indescribable. It’s truly extraordinary to me. An hour or so later when we pull onto the path that leads down to the water I feel anxious. I am anxious to get out of the car and sit on the porch with a beer and just look and smell and hear the water. It replenishes my soul. I normally don’t last long the first night, partly from the long day of work and ride to get there, but I think also because of the consoling of the water. I feel my shoulders fall from the uptight position they keep most of the week. I feel the relief of my mind shutting off and finding peace. I turn on the window unit-air conditioner and crawl into my bed with the weight of the world lifted and the downiness of my pillow pulls me in. I drift into a sleep that I cannot seem to replicate anywhere else. When I wake I rush to the window to see my river. I need it. I brush my teeth and gather my things and run to the pier. Take me somewhere boat. Take me somewhere on the water. Let’s spend the day together. This is where I find my solace.