I'm not sure why I waited so long to head to Brighton Beach, but yesterday was the day. I headed out for a walk and it felt like a real Michigan morning. Cool, no humidity. Could it be true? In Brooklyn? I raced through my to do list, shoved all the necessities into a beach bag, and ran to the Q train. As it turns out, only 30 minutes from my house is a beautiful Atlantic beach, which I knew, but hadn't really figured out until yesterday.