a couple days ago, at 9pm, i drove to the beach. i’ve been wanting to go to the beach for a long time, which was strange because i’m terrified of the ocean and don’t even like the beach itself that much. but for some reason it just… called to me — 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 don’t 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 don’t know. what i do know is that for the hour or so i was at the beach, i didn’t have a single thought outside of: “i am at the beach. it is cold. the sand feels nice.” and i think that’s exactly what i needed.