Now, I'm not a huge fan of the ocean, it's big, disturbingly flat, and I'll be honest the odor of salt and rotting seaweed isn't a candle I'd buy. I'm much more of a mountain girl, but here I am living at the beach...
My point is, today I went for a nice run along the shore...I've been having such a hard time lately, just accepting where I am and letting the little joys in, but today everything was ok. There was a nice breeze and my body just seemed to fall into perfect rhythm; my feet gently thudding on to the sand, scaring up flocks of obnoxious seagulls and dodging the waves breaking on the shore...
I made it back up the hill to the house and finished up with some sun salutes on the grass, so in tune with everything around me. Emotions really are like the tide, I know it's cliche and overused, but going to bed one night with an aching pit in your stomach, mind swirling full of doubts and uncertainties, just wanting someone to be close...to a few days later being completely at peace and content with the world, breathing in that sick salt air and smiling at that very flat ocean.
