Post-Vacation Haze

0 Comments

December 3, 2013

Trees growing upwards remind us of our strength.

We huddle into a hug, we form a circle of warmth, arms reaching into arms like the trees, tangled branches moving into tangled branches.

Our smiles echo joy, our tears give us courage, we drink in their saltiness as their drops hit our lips. They make us human, they remind us that we are vulnerable. Soft inside. Tissue and blood, and ribbons of love and sadness.

We press. We forge. We grow.

A year folds into another year.

We reflect. We redefine. We memorialize.

With the sea at our left, the highway at our front, and the air at our fingertips, we are given perspective. The untraveledĀ road before us creates curiosity, we feel alive.

Hands twisting into the sky, fingers intertwining with the movements of the fast air as it whips our hair and moves our thoughts into bigger thoughts.

We are in a new world. Fresh future presses hard against our skin.

The familiar landscape miles behind us hold our trivial thoughts captive.

YOU CAN HAVE THEM, we yell though open windows, our words bouncing off the coast, and falling deep into the sand.

IMG_4867

IMG_4755

IMG_4764

IMG_4770

IMG_4774

IMG_4776

IMG_4785

IMG_4789

IMG_4854

IMG_4872

IMG_4880

IMG_4900

IMG_4901

IMG_4912

IMG_4924

IMG_4938

IMG_4950

IMG_4965

IMG_4984

Processed with VSCOcam with g3 preset

You can have them, we whisper again into the shore.

Comments:

Leave a comment