During the
coldest week of winter thus far, the ocean unperturbed rolls in and out in liquid
form, while the seashore is tundra, frozen and static.
Driving onto
the beach, the sand crackles as the Dodge Ram climbs over the hard sediment
encrusted with ice crystals.
My husband
shuts off the engine, but the stiff Arctic wind keeps us inside. In minutes, the
bright January sunshine warms the truck cabin, even though the temperature gauge
registers 24 degrees without factoring wind chill.
Getting
comfortable, I click off the seat belt, unbutton my wool coat and take out the
February issue of “Coastal Living” magazine. The cover is mostly turquoise, the
color of tropical waters and skies, highlighting the feature story about a
house without walls on Scrub Island in the British Virgin Islands.
I sigh as I
imagine summer at Fogland Beach, just five months away. Ugh!
The truck
shifts as the icy wind batters the vehicle, and the antenna rattles in
defiance.
But then
another story catches my eye on the Contents page: “Why the Beach Makes Us Happy.”
The tease
reads: “It’s almost universal. Just being by the sea puts us in a more blissful
state of mind – and it turns out, there’s science behind it.”
Rifling
through the pages, I find page 70 and satisfy my curiosity.
The first
paragraph states the obvious: Beachgoers are attracted by the beauty and the
freedom of a day at the beach. But then comes the science that writer Barry
Yeoman cites as the reason why we experience such deep contentment by the water’s
edge.
He points to
the color blue which produces feelings of security and relaxation, as well as
the acoustics.
“It turns
out that the most pleasurable sounds have predictable wave patterns, middling
to low pitches, soft volumes and harmonic frequencies at regular intervals –
all characteristics of the ocean’s rhythms,” he writes.
My husband
has cabin fever. He opens the door, and the cold wind rushes in. I lose my
place and my patience, as I yell, “Hurry, shut the door!”
I button my
coat and wrap my arms about me. Now, where was I?
According to
Yeoman, “the root of our contentment might even be molecular… Ocean waves
generate negative ions, charged air particles that have been linked to mental
energy and emotional well-being.”
I wonder if
icy winter particles have the opposite effect, but I keep on reading.
He winds up
his theses with a side effect of a day at the beach, the memories that are
made. Every time we remember a particular beach or see a photo, “we have those
good experiences again,” he writes.
Shaking, my
husband jumps back in the truck, starts the engine and cranks up the heat. I put
down the magazine and strap on my seatbelt.
We happily
drive away.