Picture yourself lying on the seaside. The fire warms your face. The ocean waves crash in the distance. The fire crackles and pops. Relax and close your eyes. Let the sounds of the campfire pull away your anxiety. Focus on the soothing sound of nature. Your heart rate slows. Everything is calm and serene.
We used to go down to Asilomar Beach when I was a teenager. In the evening we’d get a bonfire going. Someone would usually have a six pack of beer that we somehow shared between eight people. I don’t think you can do any of that any more. It’s against the law to build a bonfire these days and I doubt the police let teenagers split a sixer. I recall being excited one of those evenings. A girl I liked was coming. She’d told me she was taking anthropology over at the junior college. I had lied and told her I was doing the same. So, there may have been beer and bonfires, but it was more like a study date. It never worked out with the girl, but I did end up taking a semester of anthropology.