Standing on the property line in between two houses in White Rock I can see mountains and the Georgia Straight. I’m so close here that I can taste salt on my tongue and hear the waves kissing the beach. I feel peaceful and normal standing here, my problems don’t seem as out of control as they do every other hour of the day. It’s the same weight that’s lifted when I fall asleep with your hair surrounding my face.
I have this overwhelming urge to run the length of this property line, through the fences and down to the water. I could take off my safety vest, lie down, and take a nap. When I wake up, I’ll swim in the freezing water and forget about all of these things. However, duty calls and I’m too responsible to pretend I don’t hear it. Reckless abandon is a gift that I left on the curb years ago.
I want to knock down every one of these houses, take back the hidden beach and swim in the frigid ocean.
This paints a pretty picture. I want to go to the ocean.
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