Part Two | The Running
Beach Barrel | Today’s image of the day was taken just a block or so from my monastery in Huntington. I’ve decided that’s what Captain Jack’s house is by the way. It is a complete monastery built for being as peaceful a place as can exist given the circumstances. This barrel has been out just before the beach just where the parking lot meets the sand and the growth pebbles up again. I boosted the saturation and stamped it. Little more.
On weekends I own the Office Max Impress department. The entire weekend. Saturday’s I am scheduled a consistent mid-afternoon to evening shift. I close the department, open it again Sunday morning, work it all day and close it again Sunday evening. I reopen it Monday mornings. There is not another employee in that department for more than 48 hours
I am the king of the Office Max Impress department.
And it’s the most depressing thing in the world having nothing more to talk about than being king of the Office Max Impress department.
I’ve resolved to spend a night on the beach. I’ve been kind of edging towards the beaches lately. All the open space and the water. The air tastes different out there. It smells different. There’s no car fumes, no skin oils, no smokes or steams or paints or shampoos. It’s all been overpowered by the spray of the water in the breeze. The seaweed and muck between your toes and the smell of oysters and raw, live fish baiting at the shore… can be felt.
There’s so much space out there.
Populated or not I’m getting more and more drawn to the beaches. I want to walk straight out into the water, marching through the billions and billions of droplets till I’m swallowed in it all and still walking. Swimming…
I can put my fingers in the water and I wonder at the coolness of the sea and wonder if these droplets have brushed an australian coast. I’m touching something that reaches across the whole world and is wrapped around my Australia.
It’s as if I’m holding the end of a one link chain permanently bound to it. I feel closer to that home on the beaches than anywhere else. Even though I know I’m farther away from it here than I’ve ever been… Some days I wish I could curl up with it, snuggle into it, hold it and fall asleep beside it in perfect peace.
This is how it feels… this is how true love feels.
Tuesday night I’m going out there, to the beach and I’m going to spend the night there at the edge of the water, curled up in the sand… And I’m going to ache and throb… and burn.
… 44 days.
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