I had thought about going to the beach today
as an escape from the ordinariness of my days:
to walk on the boardwalk and look out as the waves roll in,
to think about the vastness behind what is seen and then
to eat at a seaside restaurant (I had already checked the menu),
and perhaps, before or after ice cream, walk to the lighthouse;
but then I decided that I don’t want to sit in the car for hours
alone or with friends.
Something about being contained repelled me.
I didn’t want silence nor did I want constant conversation.
So here I am, in a coffee shop that I walked to from home.
It is not scenic. But the coolness of an early autumn day was lovely
and the podcast that I listened to kept me company.
Maybe I will buy something for dinner on my walk back home.
In the end, this has been another ordinary day that, upon reflection,
was fine for me to feel part of a world where people
come together to live their lives
and not always feel burdened by the darkness of hate and selfishness.