Oh, that wonderful, beautiful, magical thing that is the seashore.  We found it here, and although it is the Sound and not the Ocean, it will certainly do.  I miss living right down the street from the sand and surf in Florida, where we went for impromptu evening family walks, day-long beach trips with friends, glow-stick nights, shell-hunting walks with grandmas, and spontaneous trips to dive into the water and jump in the waves.  I think the seashore became a part of me there, and now I yearn for it.  But ocean is here, waves and shells and fish smells and all.  I want to hold it in my mind and remember that I can go back when I choose to.  It is here.