It's the simplicity of it all: when a day is spent in pursuit of seashells rather than a paycheck. When time passes in quiet hours instead of hectic minutes. When the glow of the setting sun cues you to slip into your kayak and push off from that virgin beach to head back home – a cozy, floating home that's as content to nod in a quiet anchorage as she is taking on the power of the sea.
John Masefield had a line for that, too, and it goes like this: The hours that make us happy make us wise.