Sunday, December 03, 2006

Of love and dreams to share. (Day 3)

And behind door number three there’s… a beach!

What can I say, talk of music—one thing that resonates deeply and inexplicably inside me—led naturally to thoughts of another.

I don’t know what it is about the ocean and the sand and the sun, but man, what a connection we as people have to it. (I say “we,” because I sure as hell don’t seem to be original in this regard.) Few things are as restorative to me. If a time comes where I'm overwhelmed or scattered into molecules, my mind retreats to the sandy shores even before my body is able to. Mere thoughts of it can be healing, though nowhere near as healing as physical closeness. The sound of the waves, the smell of the air. The sight of the water lapping the shore and the feel of the sand under my feet. All the seasons of the year. Sunny, cloudy, hot, cold… They all have their charms. I think of burying myself under the waves and the sand, and these thoughts are not depressed or suicidal. They are instead thoughts of the most profound rest and the deepest peace. Rejuvenation.

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