sicpowered

i'd say there was not much to say but that would be both saying something, and a total lie.

so... since it ain't comin to me, i'll reserve myself to the act of not saying much. maybe just a good word or two.

several days ago i went out to the ocean, trundled about under the wind, over the rough stone softened by waves. i watched pounding crests of foaming explosive water arc over my head, and yes, i backed right the fuck up. i climbed an ill advised and impulsive ridge of crumbling sandstone, until it was ll i could thin kof to grasp the fingers of the roots and shrubs above me. to finally feel the crush of the green, to finally feel some purchase to my endeavor. that, or lose my grip and slide, slip and tumble back onto the crags. likely into the punishing surf.

suffice to say, my adrenaline was activated. i was smiling as i gasped, near collapse and the sudden exhaustion of too few exertions and too much fear.

my advice, general to anyone, is to take a step outside, find a spot between moments, when you think you have to go go go, and crush some grass and earth between your toes. just a spare 2 minutes with your feet on bare earth.