There are few things that blow away the cobwebs as effectively as a walk along the beach on a windy day.
I fly my cares like mental kites and they rise higher and higher until they are small, distant soaring things leaving me with peace of mind.
I love the colours; the infinite greys.
I pitch pebbles into the sea, choosing one that feels good in the hand to keep in my pocket.
Salty foam washes my shoes as I leave a solitary trail in the sand behind me. If you could read footprints you would see that my step has something of a spring in it again.
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