Recently, I woke up at the crack of dawn with a feeling of uneasiness eating away at my insides. I was anxious, tireless and worried. I had a case of the Mondays but it wasn’t a Monday. I tried to close my eyes and go back to sleep but it was useless, and just made me more restless. Finally, I decided my best option was to get up and go to that special place that always seems to help me through tough times – the beach. One thing I love about the beach is the way it dramatically transforms from night to day. As I proceeded on my journey the first thing that struck me was the calmness, the quiet, the silence which enveloped the normally-bustling boardwalk. There were far fewer people and most of them seemed to be in good moods. I ran into my friend, Mark, who was brimming with happiness at the anticipation of his daily walk to the beach, where he jams out on his guitar early every morning. A few minutes later, I passed a friendly black Labrador and couldn’t resist giving him a hearty back rub – much to his owner’s delight, I might add. Next, I got a cup of coffee at my favorite café, the Pacific Bean, where I ran into more familiar faces. After a little while, I went to check on the surf and noticed the marker flags had yet to be posted by the lifeguards, meaning it was open game to surf anywhere we pleased! With the morning quickly passing by, I thought about all the people and noise that would be arriving soon and how that would last deep into the night. I’m not normally a morning person, but I have to say this one felt quite refreshing. I even forgot what I had woken up so worried about.