journal one.

With my head tilted up, eyes closed, I can feel a slight breeze run through my hair. It tickles my face and neck, but it’s a good kind of caress. I reach down, and the water shocks my hand with its coldness. I let my fingers drag in a slow dip along the surface, anyways. It’s refreshing. Like ice cold water you feel sliding down your throat and spreading across your chest, the water’s coldness moves up my fingers and up my arm and through my body. It’s chilling, in that good way.

There’s a silence around me, but it sings, wraps me in a tight hug. It’s comforting. There’s a calm in the stillness of the outdoors. The wind pushes the water, and the water pushes me. Down down downstream. I’m miles from where I began.

When I open my eyes, I am met with blue, clear skies, and I feel so small. I feel like I’m falling. It disorients me, but it feels amazing. I reach up, and I can almost grab hold of the beauty to keep with me. I re-close my eyes because I want to savior it, that feeling. I am lost in the peace here. It empties my head. In my mind, I am thoughtless, and it is relieving.

I could stay here forever. I almost do.