yesterday, I had an epiphany
I was running on the beach – sand in my eyes, hair in my face, getting pelted with raindrops, feeling soggier and sogger. Yet, as always seems to happen when I am on the beach in inclement weather, I felt so alive.
On the drive home, I was pondering why this is. Suddenly, it occurred to me. The force of the wind and rain, along with the pounding of the surf, combine to drive everything else out of my head. All I am left with is me, completely and utterly present in that one moment. Is it any wonder I feel so alive?
[As a side note, you can see the wind acting on Atlas’ ears. He was very bothered by their movement, and kept trying to shake them back into place. I, on the other hand, followed him around, trying to capture the flying ears in motion. Heh.]