Too beautiful to make art tonight, taking care of unfinished business at the library, having gone down by the water once and feeling its call again. A lack of power cord means no shots from today, but this place of rocks and vegetation and water has been traversed before on days with calmer waves and the encroaching golden glow of sunset from the year past.
If I wasn't so pragmatic, so thriving on interaction with other likeminded souls, if I wasn't so provincial and so rooted, I would have left long ago for a coast next to ocean long ago.
It's been a year since everything felt like it unraveled, and I'm glad I came through a little wiser and less dependent, and I don't wish things stayed the way they were, but the way that lives get woven together and then ripped out like none of it ever happened is unnerving. I guess it's part of the process, and others have been through worse. I just wish I could wash the lingerings away.