Last week, while I was reading a novel, a character claimed that staring at the horizon released serotonin. The line was uttered in passing, something about soft focus.
Since then I have been drinking in the horizon, seeking it out for comfort, seeking it out for peace. On a clear day I can spy the Bay Bridge. In the morning, the water glitters and is dotted with crab boats.
I tried to find a study that confirms that my efforts aren't for naught.
Nothing pops up, but I don't care. I'm going to keep looking, not for confirmation, but at the distance.