We were tired. It's such a plain word. Tired.
We weren't really exhausted, not in any one sense. Not physically, not really mentally either, but damn we were tired. Bone deep. every moment was like swimming through porridge.
It's not just work. Oh, work can be tough, but by itself, it's just work. It's the rhythm of the streets. The tension, the lack of communication. It's the undesired whispers; the furtive glances. It's the absence of a place where all you feel is you; a haven where you can strip off the fettered tatters of this thing they call a society and be yourself. Without it, midst the monotony and mindlessness, the tiredness just seeps in until you can barely remember what you looked like.
5 days away from that, five days of nothing, of everything, it's beyond value.
We left on a Saturday. We didn't plan.
We wanted the beach and no one, nothing. Somewhere where no one knew us and everyone would wonder why we were there. We took photos of things but we didn't go to look for things to take photos of. The difference is important. We wandered.
Ah, wandering. It is something that just fills me. I want to bring it to my daily life. That feeling, that intention, or lack thereof. Walk forward, keep your eyes open, curious and wide eyed. Not hoping for anything, no expectations. I think you see more. You definitely feel more.
There were smiles. There were open roads. There was verdant green and soaring kites. Fish leaped from the water to flop gracelessly against the ripples of the cloudy bay. We got up, we read, we stared out over the waters and we napped. We found places that sold food and we ate it.
There was a cheap hotel. The bed springs had gone. The owner called a friend to translate that we should eat and drink what ever he offered because we had traveled far. There was no one else in the hotel. He watched the world cup all night. We slept with smiles on our faces.
Five days.
I want it to be a lifetime but oh how glorious those five days were!!
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