the other evening i took a walk down to the point. there's something so peaceful about getting out and walking. the evening time is my favorite. i used to set aside time where every day at 5pm i would go for a walk on the beach. the lighting around then is pure magic.
tonight i went for a run, and wound up at the end of the point again. the sun had already set and the night sky was darkening quickly. the stars were slowly appearing before my eyes as if i had splattered the sky with my paint brush. the soothing lyrics of mumford and sons were streaming through my headphones and piercing my heart.
"there will come a time, you'll see, with no more tears.
and love will not break your heart, but dismiss your fears.
get over your hill and see what you find there,
with grace in your heart and flowers in your hair."
we all have those hills or mountains we have to get over. i finally feel like i'm conquering my mountain. that feeling is indescribable. it's freeing. i stood at the end of the point, hands stretched out, embracing the powerful wind that seeped between my fingers like silk, and the occasional, soothing mist of salt water on my face. i felt like i could breathe again.
so what comes next? i'm not too sure. but i know that we should be grateful for the mountains that we are given. people kept telling me that. i rolled my eyes, and thought how dumb. why should i be grateful for trials and hardships? but as i'm sitting here, my heart overwhelmed with peace, i can now say that i am grateful and hopeful for what comes next, whatever that may be.
i am free.
