Monday. I've come to realise the importance of adventure. It adds the colour to the rainbow of life. Coming here to Miami, there's so much green that covers the streets and I can breathe again. Right now, the sun is shining through the trees and I feel like a weight has lifted off my shoulders, and the description of the air that I'm breathing is flowing through my body but refusing to exist on the page. New York makes me feel like I'm drowning in the sea of blue with all those people. Cement & Brick Vs. Trees & Sea. A constant push and pull that my soul craves and drags along my physical form. I'm not limited to only one though, just in a constant state of equilibrium knowing I can do both.
Tuesday. Strawberry picking Tuesday. Take the highway to the farm. An abundance of reds, pinks, yellows and greens. The juicy strawberries are so sweet they melt in your mouth. There's something special about picking them out of the ground and popping them in your mouth. An explosion of flavor. Tomatoes bittersweet are the best. There's a fork in the road now - 1 mile to Miami or a trip to Orlando. We'll play it safe for now, and go back to Miami. Cinnamon buns seated in the back. the kids. Precious cargo. Sometime's I feel as if I am in a stereotypical 70's road trip movie. Always on the go, soul music blasting, the sun on my skin, palm trees pass by as we head towards the beach. Sunset bound.
Wednesday. Sand between the pages. Ocean's shades of blue. The sun is glistening off my back. And all I see is you.
Seagulls fly above my head.
They glide with such ease
It looks easy to fly
One day I will join them
and fly far away.
Thursday. The breeze flowing through the air. The sand sticking to my towel. The salt in my hair. The passionfruit on my lips. The taste of watermelon. The sound of the waves breaking on the shore. They all remind me of us.
Friday. Driving down the highway, music blasting, my hair whipping in the air. For we are free.