I’m sitting by the seashore writing this, wearing my cool new sunglasses and drinking my pepsi, feeling like I actually own my life.
I’m listening to music but I won’t tell you what it is. It’s a “cheap” depressing song that I most enjoy in times like this. Makes me nostalgic, with happiness that is close to sadness, because even though this moment is nice, it will end.
But right now, as the wind nestles within my long striped dress, and as I get ready to dip into the sea, I’m learning what it feels like to live in the moment rather than everywhere outside of it.
Let us focus on the warm sun blushing my cheek, and the feeling of sand tickling my feet, and the guy in front of me trying to steady a bottle with the back of his middle finger. Let us stay here, safe, and content.
Virginia Woolf has been running through my mind saying;
“Pale, with dark hair, the one who is coming is melancholy, romantic. And I am arch and fluent and capricious; for he is melancholy, he is romantic. He is here.”
I can’t wait till sunset.