I normally like taking the seat beside the aisle but I booked late and had to settle for a window seat.
I’m always amazed at how small everything looks when looking out from a plane. The tallest buildings, the largest parks, the busiest streets, and the biggest places all seem tiny and unimposing.
There’s an insight somewhere there.
They say it’s very painful to love someone who isn’t sure about you.
I can’t say I know how that feels like.
I woke up late. I woke up discouraged. I walked to the beach and swam out to sea. I swam with no real direction. I swam as if I could escape my thoughts, the pressure, the ghosts. But the weight of my thoughts were tiring, and I turned to float back.
I decided to go to the pool instead. Pools are much safer, controlled, and easier to relax in. But after a while I was restless again. There’s something about pools that feel constraining and limiting.
The sound of the waves invited me back, pulled by lunar strength. So I walked back to the beach and dove in the sea encouraged that the moon had shown her face to me.