The last week was spent with thoughts of her popping into my head in my quiet times. Not so much concerned about her well-being, but more like, "WTF?!" You just don't do that to people you call friends.
So when you suggested a beach day, I jumped at the chance.All other thoughts were driven out of my head. I could practically smell the salt marshes, feel the sun on my face and hear the ocean. I needed it. I wanted that.
It had probably been a long time since you saw me moved like that. Get ready in a flash. You would've thought that Santa was coming to town or something.
Instead, it was a fully-backed offer that made me giddy. I practically skipped around the house because I was so excited.
I couldn't drive the car any faster. Well, I probably could've, but that would be a different story.We drove straight to the beach. I scrambled out of the car, just barely willing to wait for you to get the blanket. I was prepared to throw myself onto the beach without it. I didn't care.
The day was wonderful.
As I sat on the blanket and then flopped back, all I could yell and laugh towards the electric blue skies was, "Yes! Yes! Yes - this is what I needed! Thank you!"
I let the breeze blow the mental stink off of me. I inhaled the unpolluted salt air willing the city crud out of my lungs. I closed my eyes and focused on the sound of the waves breaking at the shore. White noise pushing out the thoughts that clung to the cobwebs in my mind.
Did I care that the water was too cold to swim? No. I wasn't there to bathe. I was there to soak it all within my soul. My soul needed a swim.I felt my spirit get cleaned and I couldn't help but smile. Smile at nothing. At everything. At you.
You saw me stumble with my darkness and knew how to pull me out. You knew what I needed and made it happen.
You couldn't have planned a more perfect day.
