The ocean, the ocean, the ocean. Did I mention the ocean?  All year long, even during the coldest Boston temperatures. I bundle up and head out. There is something cozy and comforting about it.  I can't live without it. I walk or jog and sometimes find myself just stopping, letting the breeze pass through me. My heart opens fully at the beach.  And a lake or pond won't do, it has to be the open ocean.