#cottage ore

my favourite place to go is the little, quiet beach near my mother’s childhood home. it’s often deserted because of the weather, but i adore it. rainy days in my secret place, hearing the ocean waves swish and splash, the sheep in the nearby fields bleating, breathing in the fresh air - the type you only get in the countryside. running with the wind at my back until i’m worn out, gazing out into the endless horizon, feeling the warmth of the sun on my skin as the sky clears momentarily, seeing the tiny paw prints of my dog in the sand. then the rain starts again, a relentless downpour this time, and we’re forced to leave - but i don’t mind, because i know i’ll be coming back tomorrow.

Oh you listen to music? That’s way too mainstream for me. I only listen to the crack of my bones and strain of my joints under my own body’s weight as my body slowly fails and decays around me to become one with the soil from which we all came.