If there is anything that inspires me deeply, it is the ocean.

Its width and length that can’t be measured, its suggestion of a boundless mass. The fact that it reaches all the lands and touches their peoples far, far away. That it always moves and travels in the rhythm of a beating heart. That it is uncompromising in its persistence to be ever-present and come to your feet, taking your mind away.

In Montauk, the place farthest east from New York, you set a stage from which to call on the powers of nature to align with you. Nothing blocks your view from the yearning to let go and be.