sounds of summer
It's official: I'm really feeling better. I can't describe the kind of relief I feel--it's overwhelming, like I'm light as air, and I can't stop smiling. For a while, I thought I'd end up in the emergency room again, for the third time in two weeks.
I spent the afternoon scrambling around on the cliffs while listening to Fall Out Boy. Two hours under the sun and sky, watching the sea. The water was crashing close; it was windy today, but warm in the sun. I had to lie down for a while (I'm better, but not good quite yet at all), and I listened to Hum Hallelujah (it'll never stop breaking my heart) on repeat while I stared at the sky.
On the way home, I picked ljung, heathers, and got stuck in a tiny but unexpected marsh. It was only knee-deep, with rock below, so the only casualties were my sneakers. They're drying on the porch with crumpled-up newspaper inside, and the shadows are longer as we move toward evening. I'm glad I'm here.
I spent the afternoon scrambling around on the cliffs while listening to Fall Out Boy. Two hours under the sun and sky, watching the sea. The water was crashing close; it was windy today, but warm in the sun. I had to lie down for a while (I'm better, but not good quite yet at all), and I listened to Hum Hallelujah (it'll never stop breaking my heart) on repeat while I stared at the sky.
On the way home, I picked ljung, heathers, and got stuck in a tiny but unexpected marsh. It was only knee-deep, with rock below, so the only casualties were my sneakers. They're drying on the porch with crumpled-up newspaper inside, and the shadows are longer as we move toward evening. I'm glad I'm here.