Oct 16, 2005 19:49
Had a real crap night last night but I wont bother explaining. It's my own fault as much as any one else's.
I felt all tired today but I must have got a second wind because I did some, if I may say so myself, fantastic kickboxing on my punching bag tonight. I wish I could go to lessons but Oh well, I can make do working out moves by myself for now.
However, I just went to the beach with my parents and my Puddleglum and the moon was large and high and I felt like dancing.
I love being in the air.
I love the feel of luke-warm sand, solid, but squishing under my feet. I love the near-muggy air and its soft gentle breeze.
I danced and I twirled my dog's lead (you're actually not meant to have dogs off the lead but everyone does anyway) round and back and forth like a graceful sword, gentle playfights with the air. With my mind. With pirates.. (all of them strangely look like Jack Sparrow and Westley of course)
I danced and ran along the beach, enjoying the gentle sinking step of my bare feet and the laping of the blue-pink seawater just scattered with remants of sun.
And all I could think is "I am home and it is so beautiful here".