The beach house is my happy place. Waking up to endless water views and the saltiest breeze floating through the open windows puts a calm on me like nothing I've ever experienced. Being somewhat isolated -- and therefore being forced to slow down -- does wonders for my soul.
Paddleboarding in the rain was one of those peaceful times. We filled the wetsuits with warm water as we shivered and struggled to get them on. The wind carried us away, and the farther we paddled the harder the rain came down. In the midst of the downpour, I stopped paddling and let the rain drops sting my face. We were on top of the world, if only for thirty minutes.