As my San Diego trip was winding down back in June, my mind was starting to drift to my dog, Chewy, back at home.   He had probably already forgotten about me, such as it is with dogs, who seem to have the uncanny ability to live completely in the present.  With a bit of melancholy coming from the combination of the last day of a vacation as well as looking ahead to returning home the next day, an afternoon walking along Coronado Beach was the right pace for an afternoon.

I had already fallen in love with the beaches around San Diego before Coronado.   This sprawling beach just added to my love affair:

Walking the beach, I thought of how this would be my mental health respite if I lived in San Diego.  The perfect sand, the white noise of the waves crashing ashore and the stunning views would never get old.

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