Since I am not able to quote my own book as yet, I’ve decided to quote from Moby Dick. “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 beforesea 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.”
The sea can be the mountains, the desert, a forest, the seashore, or just the backyard.  We often get so caught up in our own world of troubles, that we forget our mother (nature) is all around us, ready too comfort, console and uplift.
I’ve had the great fortune to travel the ends of the earth.  I’ve seen the alps from the air, and the glided below the crystal waters of the Caribbean.  I’ve hiked the Sierra’s and swum the South Pacific. But, sadly, most of my years have been spent behind a desk and so as Herman Melville says, “I account it high time to get to the sea as soon as I can!”