My Last Goodbye
A white expanse of pillow soft cotton is all I can see for miles and miles. This endless layer of fluff is blinding - I can hardly stand to glance down at it with naked eyes. To help, I throw on my pair of $6 sunglasses from Target, not caring what the other passengers think. Although it's tempting to try and break through the multilayer airplane window, I could probably barely fit my head through the elongated oval, let alone count on the "sturdy" looking cloud bed to break my fall. A few more minutes into the flight, the magical sight below is gone, replaced by the typical air view of highways, sky scrapers, and countless houses. I look back at that ominous marine layer that covers the ocean and bid farewell to my six week home.
Less than 24 hours before, I was running on the beach, watching the sun shine through the clouds on the water's horizon, beams of light making sunny spots on the surface. Although I came first and foremost to go on one last coastal jog, I wasn't feeling the runners vibe as I turned around at the cliffs end and began to stoically walk back to the "dangerous" staircase. I chose to soak up my last bit of beach - the simple essence created by the rocky cliffs to the right, water to the left, and omnipresent sand. I also had on my bikini - ready to face the salty waves one last time. As I thoughtfully meandered at the water's edge, I realized there had been no shell searching, or even the consideration of it, all summer long. I felt like a little child as, after every tide rolled out, I ran over and squatted down to examine the many seashells either stuck in the sand or washed up by the waves. Even though the sun wasn't shining very brightly and the beach may not have looked it's finest, it was the perfect way to spend my last evening.
The feeling of being back is again surreal. Although I'm not home yet, I'm back in Colorado visiting family friends and spending some time with my dad. Not to say that I don't want to partake in these things but the surrealism is in reflecting. Everything whizzed by so fast and was so ideal, I feel like I woke up from a dream on the flight to DIA. Although I learned so much, met amazing people, and did spectacular things, it seems almost as if all of it was set up some how. Not in a negative way - I guess I've just never had everything work out so well. So for now, I'm stuck between trying to enjoy my time with rarely seen family, including looking forward to the infamous senior year, and wishing I could go back.
Less than 24 hours before, I was running on the beach, watching the sun shine through the clouds on the water's horizon, beams of light making sunny spots on the surface. Although I came first and foremost to go on one last coastal jog, I wasn't feeling the runners vibe as I turned around at the cliffs end and began to stoically walk back to the "dangerous" staircase. I chose to soak up my last bit of beach - the simple essence created by the rocky cliffs to the right, water to the left, and omnipresent sand. I also had on my bikini - ready to face the salty waves one last time. As I thoughtfully meandered at the water's edge, I realized there had been no shell searching, or even the consideration of it, all summer long. I felt like a little child as, after every tide rolled out, I ran over and squatted down to examine the many seashells either stuck in the sand or washed up by the waves. Even though the sun wasn't shining very brightly and the beach may not have looked it's finest, it was the perfect way to spend my last evening.
The feeling of being back is again surreal. Although I'm not home yet, I'm back in Colorado visiting family friends and spending some time with my dad. Not to say that I don't want to partake in these things but the surrealism is in reflecting. Everything whizzed by so fast and was so ideal, I feel like I woke up from a dream on the flight to DIA. Although I learned so much, met amazing people, and did spectacular things, it seems almost as if all of it was set up some how. Not in a negative way - I guess I've just never had everything work out so well. So for now, I'm stuck between trying to enjoy my time with rarely seen family, including looking forward to the infamous senior year, and wishing I could go back.
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