a couple days ago, at 9pm, i drove to the beach. iāve been wanting to go to the beach for a long time, which was strange because iām terrified of the ocean and donāt even like the beach itself that much. but for some reason it just⦠called to me ā which is completely lame. but i listened and i drove. i walked the entirety of the beach and then sat in the sand, staring out into the dark water, waiting. waiting for what? i donāt know. some sign, maybe. hope. but all that i got were the waves crashing over each other and the light at the end of the dock flickering. maybe that was the sign.
i donāt know. what i do know is that for the hour or so i was at the beach, i didnāt have a single thought outside of: āi am at the beach. it is cold. the sand feels nice.ā and i think thatās exactly what i needed.