I’m sitting at the beach as I write this, parked in my car, with my iPad out, and Spotify on. The beach is a place I’ve revisited many times during this pandemic. While everything else has been changing, it has remained a constant. Sometimes it’s windy and the waves are grey and choppy, other times the water is like a sheet of glass — quiet, still and perfectly uninterrupted. But it’s always there — a reassuring presence, a moment suspended in time. I came to the beach right at the beginning of the Corona upheaval. I wasn’t even sure why I came that particular day, but it was what I needed, and my heart knew it, even if I didn’t. I found myself there before I even knew where I was going.