I needed to boil them in Mother Nature s oil. Nothing more opportune than a hostile, frigid, heartsick romp at the beach. There s the remote but dangerous possibility of them cheering you up prematurely. Nothing worse than an untimely mollified despair. Feel your pain to the fullest.
Nothing beats a good wallow.
Warm shoes sans socks, threadbare mittens, and an unsnuggable hood on a spring jacket. Don t avoid familiarity. Most of us have at least one heartwrenching memory of a seaside close encounter. The expansive ocean is a great place for expanding your Blues. Pick a rocky outcropping where a sweetheart once bid you an unexpected farewell, or you twice almost made love behind a remote dune, or you thrice threw keepsakes into the waves in desperate resignations.