While taking a group of men out for a walk last night at their group home that I work at, I was astonsihed. (This is my second job that I have.)   We walked above their house and near wooden areas and homes, away from the city.   The wind was comforting due to the high humidity that had been in the area a few days ago.  One of the men can't speak but he will make noises and he stopped to tap me on the shoulder while we briskly excercised.   He sniffed the air and I shook my head, yes I smelled it too.  It was distinctly the scent of ocean breezes, salty, unadulterated.   I immediately closed my eyes as if that would change the experience and maybe the odor.  Yet it was a sharp scent and so pleasant that I conjured images of the ocean and shells and birds.  Then I remembered that while striding I was praying for the ocean and its inhabitants.  Was this a gift from the sea to me and to be given thousands of miles away from its shores?   I said "thank you" out loud and the men said yeah and grinned knowingly and blessed.