חופים

I just sit there.
I let the wind wrap itself around me.
I hear the sound of nothing and no one, I smell the smell of everything that surrounds me.
I feel the hand caressing my hair, back and forth.
I stare at the brick path, sitting still, cherishing every second of bliss.

I just sit there.
I feel as if everything is cradling me, calming me, letting me be.
In the middle of nowhere, more or less, and suddenly realize how good, loved, supported and safe I feel.
I realize the irony in what I feel - where I should feel empty and dull I feel exactly the opposite, and where I should feel all of these positive feelings I tend to feel exactly the opposite.


I just sit there, staring, enjoying the gentle touch, the windy bursts, the nothingness, and cherish every second of bliss.

It's as if I'm sitting inside something written by Chopin.
(My beloved Chopin.)