Solo beach day

One of the greatest forms of therapy known to womankind. Mankind too I guess. I have been doing this since I was a teenager. Then it was Brighton Beach with a $1.50 poppy seed pastry from the Russian woman snapping her tongs at you, a couple of apricots and raspberries for $2. Now it’s the Rockaways or any place I find myself. Always a book and fruit in the bag. There is nothing that can fulfill the soul quite like a beach day, on or off season. Embracing some solitude in this way, unencumbered, gazing, swimming, drawing, dreaming up ideas and abandoning your phone in the bag feels like ultimate freedom. The best is running into your best friend, also having her solo beach day, and then having it all everything everywhere all at once.