Getting a backpack and disappearing, getting in the car and running off to other places. Where for a while I can feel my spirit returning, rekindling again.
I'm here and my mind is hungry for trails, with nature all around and the car going around the familiar curve. The one that marks the arrival at the destination, the change in the air, the escape from the grey; getting a backpack and disappearing, getting in the car and making off for other places. Where for a while I can feel my spirit returning, rekindling again.
Step on the gas, it's a straight line. Free your gaze, see the journey, however short it may be. Feel the wind, feel the dew, feel the daybreak, see the sun coming out of the sea, the sand turning golden in its light. Feel the salt in your body? The sand stuck to your skin? Your hair after you've dived in?
Smell the sunscreen.... smell the summer. The feeling of the sun kissing you as you fall asleep on the mat.... Really still feel it?