It's not easy to do and it happens very rarely, but sometimes your mind visits paradisiacal inner landscapes. The sound of the sea no longer allows you to hear the sounds of the street and your special monsters are now seagulls flying against the coastal breeze. Not even your conscience can find you in this corner of turquoise water and white sand. You know you'll have to get out soon and face your daily problems, but for a moment, nothing beyond the palm trees worries you. The sun is shining, the water is refreshing, and you're there, lying on your board, waiting for the waves with the inner peace of those who know they don't need it to sail.