we went to the beach on the weekend. this is the first time i have been to the beach all summer, and it was spectacular.
i have sore calves, from walking on sand and launching myself and a boogy board onto the waves, and sunburn where e. missed the edges on my back, and eyes that remember what a horizon looks like (they forget when they stare at a computer all day), and a mind that has stretched to hold the enormous expanse of sky and beach and colour and form and sheer beauty of the world.
every time i am somewhere beautiful like that i wonder why i don’t get myself out of the city and live there. It recharges me somehow, makes me feel real again. i am sure i would be a better person if i lived amongst such glory. am i dreaming?
