I went to the ocean today, to quite my racing mind. I walked out, onto the rocks and made my way toward the incoming tide. As great green waves broke white, over the gray of slate, the winds carried a steady face. intermittently the toll of the lighthouse horn would burst through the din of the wind.
Sitting alone, in a recessed area of rock, I found a lonely flower, shaking, cold. I stayed with it until the wind made it restless and it rolled away, leaving me to find my way further along the rocks. I stepped carefully as I walked, for the stone is unforgiving.
When I reached the end, I settled my body against a large outcrop and relaxed. Closing my eyes, the wind swept over me and cooled my tired soul. The beating and wash of water creating a steady percussion against the rocks. Occasional cries of far off gulls, carried on the breeze, rang like echoes.
I breathed that moment in, deep, within me. The air, the light, the sound, the life of the ocean, filled my chest and fed my heart. I lingered there, against the outcrop, that I might savor a moment of solitude.