Perhaps September is the most beautiful month by the sea.
Everything slows down.
There are few swimmers braving cooler waters.
Sailboats amble by, and hardy fishermen trawl, yearning for that one big tug.
Sauntering to the estuary, I find time stands still.
"Be still and know that I am God."
Surrounded by nature, soothed by the rhythm of waves, warmed by brilliant sunshine and fanned by gentle winds, one enters a portal to the Divine.