I miss the salty air of Terschelling, the way I seem to be able to breathe and exhale more deeply. I miss the shifting light that keeps illuminating the world around me, to leave me standing in the dark only seconds later. But in my mind I keep rewinding images of the soft glowing grass and colors getting bright and sparkly. And while shadows pass, where seconds ago color and life vibrated, I still see beautiful glimpses of a world better then where I am standing right now. Knowing that it will come again, if I am patient, if I am awake and if I just breathe.
Friday, June 26, 2009
Salty Air
I miss the salty air of Terschelling, the way I seem to be able to breathe and exhale more deeply. I miss the shifting light that keeps illuminating the world around me, to leave me standing in the dark only seconds later. But in my mind I keep rewinding images of the soft glowing grass and colors getting bright and sparkly. And while shadows pass, where seconds ago color and life vibrated, I still see beautiful glimpses of a world better then where I am standing right now. Knowing that it will come again, if I am patient, if I am awake and if I just breathe.
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