It's a marvelous thing to sit at the edge of land, look out into an endless ocean, and contemplate your self. To take a look around at all the dusty corners of your being, all at once accepting them and committing them to improvement. To look at the crashing waves and remember that life's problems are so similar--regular, temporary, and part of a beautiful pattern. To be removed from buildings, appliances, and devices we fear we can't live without. To share fresh air and frivolity with your loved ones. To dig holes. To lie open-armed in the sun, receiving its warmth. To not know what time it is. To sit still. To refresh. To be.
And it's even better if you do all of this with a giant bucket of french fries.