Untrained thoughts, Unskilled rambles
I stood silently staring out over the horizon across the small bay I frequently haunt. As the sun kisses the sea on a mild morning like today. I had done my usual daily run along the coast and took a minute out at my spot to watch the sun finish making her way into the sky. It always amazed me the spectacular array of colours that could be achieved how nature itself paints her canvas and evokes the purest emotions in us. I appreciated and took in that view. The smelly of the salty sea air opening my lungs and tousling my hair which was starting to trail out of the braid I quickly assaulted it with before leaving the house. Not even the beauty though could quiet my mind. The murky question, those pesky thoughts were starting to rebel and make their way back to the surface. I couldn’t run them away forever there wasn’t enough hours in the day to do this. You always question why you would torture yourself this way, why go over the same images over and over but I hadn’t found a way to get them to go away. So with a final longing gaze at the beauty of the sky and shimmering sea below I took off slowing my pace to a jog to wind down the coastal path back along my well worn route home so I can get ready for the day, pushing out any resemblance of thought and focusing on my breathing. One, two, one, two the pace of my feet pressing into the gravel path, the crunching sound of it. Drowning out everything else.
