I am fortunate to live nearby the ocean. I can drive from my home to the frigid New Hampshire coastline in under half an hour. Winter visits to the beach often surpass their summertime counterparts for my peace of mind. With far fewer people on the beach, it’s easier to engage my senses. The susurration of the surf gently peels away my stress. I play games of chicken with incoming waves as I walk across the fine gray sand. I nudge tightly woven bundles of rockweed and horsetail, common to the rocky shore. I peek underneath to see if there might be any intertidal creatures seeking shelter, or maybe a…