It’s been years since I was part of a couple, but I still miss that special connection of having someone who is both a companion and a lover—someone to turn to in difficult times, to share exciting news with first, to enjoy meaningful conversations, or simply to be together without needing a reason. And while that connection has been absent from my life for some time, I still believe in the beauty of finding it again, perhaps when I least expect it.

Years ago, when I was in graduate school and living in Mississippi, I remember stopping at a CVS and spotting a shirtless guy sitting on a motorcycle across the street. I’ve never been particularly interested in motorcycles, but damn, that man had a body that could stop traffic! He was perched on what we used to call a “crotch rocket,” a sleek, racing-style motorcycle that has the rider leaning forward over the handlebars. Now, I know riding without a helmet or protective clothing is dangerous, but at that moment, motorcycle safety was not exactly what was on my mind. Let’s just say that while his crotch rocket was parked, he had my motor purring—and the rocket in my own crotch was more than ready for liftoff! It’s been probably twenty years, and I still remember that glorious sight. Apparently, some things have a way of staying in your head long after they’ve left your rearview mirror.

I’ve always loved balconies and the views they offer. Of course, a beautiful view is even better when enjoyed in the nude, with a little sunshine and a gentle breeze on your bare skin.

Seeing today’s Moment of Zen, you can probably guess why I posted a little later than usual this morning.

For me, the beach will always mean sugar-white sand and emerald-green or crystal-blue waters along the Gulf of Mexico. Growing up, the beach always meant Florida—Pensacola, Navarre, Fort Walton Beach, Destin, and Panama City Beach. There’s just something about the Gulf Coast that will always feel like the beach to me.