I keep getting drawn back to a beach on the Gulf Coast — Mustang Island — more a large sand bar rather than anything else. Spending even a day, even an afternoon, in the area is always revitalizing.
Something about getting home with sand still between my toes, the ultra fine grit everywhere on my body, something about a little time by the salt water, and all the bad stuff fades away. I still don’t like what Mother Nature does to them poor, little guy Sea Horses, but I guess that’s the luck of the draw.
