I take the three miles slowly, carefully
Muscles creaking
I end at the dock
Stretch on the power-washed concrete
The waves are not wild, but they are waves today
Sometimes I want the glassy surface
Sometimes I want the crash of the water on the rocks
I close my eyes, listen, breathe, repeat
The sun is bright and when I lean all the way back
I open my eyes to pure blue
Seagulls circle in and out of my vision
The wind dries my sweat
I wait until my muscles creak
And my throat parches
Sometimes I need the cocoon
Sometimes I need the open air
I try to listen, I try to breathe, I try on repeat
With Love,
Natalie