This does not go away when I'm at the beach. But it softens a little, like a once-crisp cracker at an al fresco lunch beside the waves.
At the beach it's easier to see the back-and-forth of things, the ebbs and flows; easier to trust that all will be well.
I'm always looking for lessons, even from vacations. And that's what this beach week is showing me: Clouds will pile up in the east, will show themselves as rain-makers by the dark slant beneath them. They will come this way, will empty and pass. And then ... the sun will come out again.