The Vacay Agenda (Just a little writing exercise from an image I saw)
I was running, and running, and running, and running. Away. Towards. Cradled guitar strings softly faded into the un-silent silence. The white noise. I could hear crisply my harsh exhales, the practised inhales, the rhythmic smack and crunch of soles against the winding gravel. I could feel the force through the cushions and all those aerated pockets. Me pushing the Earth. It pushing back. Newton’s third law.
It felt almost like I was floating. According to the new app I installed just for the seven day free trial, movement like walking and running could be considered a sort of meditation. This moment felt just like it. I for one was never able to sit still in a room, cross legged on cold board, especially in the city. This was a kind of forced meditation. This whole trip was.
Silhouetted by the welcoming dawn, the gilded pines shivered hugging side by side, looking like old friends keeping warm. The mountains poised in front of me, polaroid ready. Snow dressed peaks grinning in the light.
The air was biting, whipping at my face. But I was basking in it. A loving violence. This little pocket of the universe was in this moment just mine.
I ran a bit more before I heard the beeping of my smart watch. Nice. Four kilometres. I grinded to a soft stop, bowed my head placing hands on my butter Lulu bottoms, filling my lungs and slowing down my heart. Once my lungs had somewhat recovered I took to breathing deep and slowly. Switzerland was a bucket list dream I never hoped to cross off in this lifetime. I’d spent my whole life up to this point in the battering, blending streets of Baron just scraping by.
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