Sep 1, 2019
perching on the rocks watching the waves reminded me of all those years ago on the tiny island in the rain when i ran along the deserted beach until i came across a giant piece of driftwood tilted and towering like a throne. it was windy, and cold, and grey, and cloudy, but beautiful. and i sat ensconced in the driftwood, hovering above the rocks and waves in the distance, protected from the wind, and feeling like i was a part of every ancestor who might have drifted there previously
#boots selfies#nick always used to say#drive down the road until it ends#and then get out and keep walking#course that pertained mostly to the haunted pennsylvania backwoods we used to explore in his giant ass truck#finding old pioneer graveyards and waterfalls#instead of beaches#he would probably enjoy the beaches#except for all the people lol