February 10, 2003
Grab an old blanket, some snacks, a good book and plenty of water. Head out to Coney Island and find a spot on the beach. Close your eyes and feel the warmth of the sun on your face. The longer your eyes are closed, the clearer the sounds become. Children giggling, radios playing, seagulls hovering, but most importantly, the ocean. Calm washes over you as if it were made of water too. Smells of suntan lotion, salt water and a hint of hot dog wafting over from the boardwalk. You can already taste the salty sweetness forming on your lips.