September 2, 2023 in The Beginning

  • Sept. 2, 2023, 3:57 p.m.
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I come on here, partly because I feel as though it’s my obligation to check in and post. Yet, eveytime I do, I truly having nothing remarkable to say. The days and weeks pass by me in such a daze state where my mundane routine of life rarely changes off its track.
I am sitting on the seawall, watching the sail boats rock back and forth in the crystal blue waters. It’s such a peaceful sight to sit alone and just watch. I don’t think, I don’t act, I just watch. Although sometimes my mind does wander, past the sailing boats, past the sunset, into the abyss of the night.
How I dream of being able to sail. There’s nothing more freeing than being in the open air, not worrying (or caring) about the problems of our modern world, to just be in your own world and explore.


Asenath Waite September 02, 2023

Well, at least the view can't be beat.

Philomath Asenath Waite ⋅ September 03, 2023

It certainly can't!

Sleepy-Eyed John September 03, 2023

Sounds lovely. All of it.

Philomath Sleepy-Eyed John ⋅ September 03, 2023

<3

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