Related thematically - the opening lines of Moby Dick have always stuck with me:
Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people’s hats off—then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can.
For me it is not the sea, but a rural setting - and I live out in the country now to the betterment of my demeanor.
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For me it is the kayak on Lake Superior or Lake Huron … or hiking in the Ancient Boreal Forests of Canada