Time slowed down as the road carried my mom, grandmother, and I away from skyscrapers and honking taxis towards salty air and local farmer stands complete with crabmeat, shrimp, peaches and corn.
My first full day home commenced with the beach and reintroducing myself to North End waves, followed by a few hours of boating and finally friends, family, and a bushel of crabs.
I've been taking full advantage of my short time here; spending every free second I have in the nearest body of water. i've been able to reconnect with my roots, my home.
For as long as I can remember, I have been shuffling through the sands of 54th street and I am positively convinced that there are two times in this world when there is no better place to be than walking down this street. The first being the literal calm before a storm, when the sky dons a mask of intimidation and ominous impression. The beach house wind chimes sing to the abandoned beach streets as mother nature reclaims her territory. The second time possesses a similar calming intrigue: late summer evenings, when the sun and the surfers call it a day and the sounds of crickets surround their bare feet and salty skin.
Out in the water, facing the horizon, as the sun retreats. That's when i feel connected to God on a whole new level, the ocean our medium with its force, beauty, and power.
Now back to the somewhat-real world: college. excited freshman, free spirited sophomores, and careless upperclassmen. I'm entering a new world of stresses and obstacles while trying to remain grounded and sane with an overwhelming course load, sorority duties, and a showcase to coordinate. But if I don't believe in myself that I can accomplish all that and more, who can?
and another zero 7 to get you through late weekday working nights, much like the ones i'm looking at in my near future!
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