Breathe

In the escape we get time. One foot in front of the other. Slow, meditative heel to guide the toe. Unsteady at first, because slow is foreign. Our bodies need to be reminded what it is to slow the pace of each step.

Take in the cool water that meets the blue sky. The seagulls cawing out to each other, discussing the days misadventures.

It is here we learn how to listen again. See again. Believe again.

In the slow walk up and down, not allowing the watch or the phone or the screens interrupt.

Just the hard pebbles melting with each foot, willing us to be patient.

Stop. Wait. Stay. Still.

There is enough time if you let it breathe.