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.