There are times when, my life being overly busy and sometimes discouraging, I seek an escape that avoids the mirror of my every day writing life. Please don't misunderstand. I love what I do for, but occasionally needed is a trek that more than trounces the daily trip of 10 yards to the corner bird feeder, that a reprieve in itself. I had just twice before been to Island Beach State Park; once with my wife and daughter, the other walking the ocean and bay side with a naturalist. This time, on a blue sky, 45 degree December day, my wife and daughter were with me again, over 20 years separating our last "voyage" here together, Crystal doesn't match the beauty of this serene 9-mile piece of calm. Everywhere we looked there was something to be learned, something to be studied, something to be met, but most of all, something - whether it be a blade of grass, errant driftwood, or grain of sand - to be indulged in and thanked for its peace.
Lucille, Stefanie and I did our twice-weekly prayers and scripture readings as the sun started to set over Island Beach State Park, it the idyllic setting for such a task. Saying our final "Amen" was appropriate. On Island Beach State Park, the sand is whiter in color, the air clearer, the view - no matter what you're looking at - more splendid.
Yes, a true escape. Steve
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Steve Sears is a New Jersey based freelance writer
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