aftermath
I walked on the beach today, after the storms had passed. The thunderheads to the east towered so high over the city that it seemed a miniature. The sea was brown with silt, and the shore was littered with whatever the rains had had washed away.
I found a tennis ball among the jetsam, and kicked it along in front of me as I walked down the shore. After a while, I started running after it, kicking it ahead and chasing to catch it before it rolled down the slope and into the waves. I found it easier to run after a ball than to just run. It took my mind off my sore awkward muscles and gave me an external focus. I'll have to try that more often.
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mizerai) wrote,
peaceful
