I know this for certain...spending time by the sea definitely changes my mood, my outlook and even my perspective. Essentially, it serves as a natural anti-depressant. When I am feeling sad, my thoughts immediately take me to water...lakes and rivers certainly, but mostly to the ocean, particulary the rocky, sea-glass covered coast of Maine; or, depending on the season, I can easily be seduced by the shells and sand of Sanibel Island, Florida. It's instinctual. As though some inner voice or inner resource knows what I need to heal myself. Sadly, living in Western PA, it isn't as easy as getting in the car and making a day trip....it requires planning and expense. The older I get the more I realize how much my future well-being may rest in part on where I live, thus I am making efforts to find my way there permanently. It's almost as though my happiness...my life...depends on it.