I'm walking on Revere Beach outside of Boston where the low tide has pushed the ocean far away from the shore, and the wet sand is squishing between my toes. I came here for no particular reason—just to clear my head after two frantic weeks in the city surrounded by noise, construction, and crowds. A briny, sweet smell hangs over everything in the thick humidity of September. Warm air and wafts of cool breeze intermingle—it is T-shirt and jacket weather both at the same time.
-Daniel J. Levitin, I Heard There Was A Secret Chord: Music as Medicine
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