The Gulf of Mexico is my therapist
If the saying is true that if a bird shits on you, you're going to have a lucky day, then the saying must also be true that if a seagull shits on you, you're going to have a lucky day at the beach.
Yesterday I was shit on by a seagull at Clearwater Beach, FL. It didn't matter, though. Life has been way too perfect the past few days. I've been on a business trip to the Bay area of Florida and may I just say, I have never, ever been so happy to be working.
I'd never been to the Tampa Bay area before, so it's been a new experience. Upon landing, I picked up my car at the airport and a Latin music station was on. I HAVE TOTALLY ADOPTED LATIN MUSIC as my genre of choice now. I haven't understood a single word, but I love the beat as I'm driving around south Florida. It defines the beat of this area. Urban, yet beachy. Busy, yet relaxed. From Tampa Bay, but for a non-English speaking audience. It has seriously gotten to the point where now a song comes on and I'm like, "I LOVE THIS SONG!" even though I have no idea what it's called, who it's by, or even one single lyric. Noventa-dos punta cinco FM (92.5)!
Here's what my days have been comprised of for the past four days:
1. work
2. beach
For the past four days, I've spent each evening on the beach at Clearwater. For the past four days, I have set on the sand where the ocean meets the land and watched the sun go into a big orange ornament over the Gulf of Mexico, then disappear. There have been four perfect sunsets in a row (tonight's arguably the most perfect) and I have been witness to each. There is something so clearing of the mind about watching the sunset, especially alone, to just have that time to reflect and to think about tomorrow and to stare up at the cirrus clouds in the sky over your head after the sun has sank below the water and watch the clouds then go bright orange, then red, then purple, and then disappear into a nighttime sky. It's theraputic. It's forgiving, cleansing, and brings back an innocence and reminds one of the satisfying complexity of the world. It's the time to let the mind wonder. And, when all this wondering is done, it's time to get up, walk across the boardwalk with the street performers throwing flames and juggling swords, past their crowds, with the children up front laughing and parents in back, dad with his arms around mom, and past all the vendors selling hemp jewelry and shell necklaces, and young boyfriends and girlfriends, and the adult couple who's in a new relationship, him playing the guitar for her and them together wrapped up in a blanket of privacy. All of this has made me very happy the past few days. All of this has made me feel very clear-headed. All of this makes me want to stay on for another four days. All of this makes me wonder why I never watch the sunset over the hills at home in Kentucky.
Yesterday I was shit on by a seagull at Clearwater Beach, FL. It didn't matter, though. Life has been way too perfect the past few days. I've been on a business trip to the Bay area of Florida and may I just say, I have never, ever been so happy to be working.
I'd never been to the Tampa Bay area before, so it's been a new experience. Upon landing, I picked up my car at the airport and a Latin music station was on. I HAVE TOTALLY ADOPTED LATIN MUSIC as my genre of choice now. I haven't understood a single word, but I love the beat as I'm driving around south Florida. It defines the beat of this area. Urban, yet beachy. Busy, yet relaxed. From Tampa Bay, but for a non-English speaking audience. It has seriously gotten to the point where now a song comes on and I'm like, "I LOVE THIS SONG!" even though I have no idea what it's called, who it's by, or even one single lyric. Noventa-dos punta cinco FM (92.5)!
Here's what my days have been comprised of for the past four days:
1. work
2. beach
For the past four days, I've spent each evening on the beach at Clearwater. For the past four days, I have set on the sand where the ocean meets the land and watched the sun go into a big orange ornament over the Gulf of Mexico, then disappear. There have been four perfect sunsets in a row (tonight's arguably the most perfect) and I have been witness to each. There is something so clearing of the mind about watching the sunset, especially alone, to just have that time to reflect and to think about tomorrow and to stare up at the cirrus clouds in the sky over your head after the sun has sank below the water and watch the clouds then go bright orange, then red, then purple, and then disappear into a nighttime sky. It's theraputic. It's forgiving, cleansing, and brings back an innocence and reminds one of the satisfying complexity of the world. It's the time to let the mind wonder. And, when all this wondering is done, it's time to get up, walk across the boardwalk with the street performers throwing flames and juggling swords, past their crowds, with the children up front laughing and parents in back, dad with his arms around mom, and past all the vendors selling hemp jewelry and shell necklaces, and young boyfriends and girlfriends, and the adult couple who's in a new relationship, him playing the guitar for her and them together wrapped up in a blanket of privacy. All of this has made me very happy the past few days. All of this has made me feel very clear-headed. All of this makes me want to stay on for another four days. All of this makes me wonder why I never watch the sunset over the hills at home in Kentucky.
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