Thursday, June 22, 2006

Musings..

You’re out for a morning jog along the shore.

You walk down to the beach, lay your stuff down, kick off your trainers and socks… and under the morning sun, you start running.
It’s refreshing… the cool air rushing down into your lungs, the morning dew on your skin, and the coarse sand making its way between your toes with every step. How wonderful it is to be free.
And you run.

As the sun glides across the sky, you run. You run by kids splashing in the water, by their parents picnicking down the beach, by beach bums laying around and sunning their skin mercilessly…

You can feel the heat now, can’t you? Not just on your skin. You can feel the heat right there in your chest as your lungs expand more and more, eager for air... as your muscles burn their energy supply, as your heart pounds more and more blood. But you run, because this is the good part. You’re invincible now aren’t you? The heat’s your fuel, you can’t even feel the burn... only its power.
And you run.

As noon recedes, you’re still running. The dark sky shimmers with the light of the moon and stars. How beautiful.
But your chest is on fire, your legs are stiff, your heart’s pounding... pounding... and it hurts. But at this point, it would hurt more to stop anyway... might as well keep running. So your knees extend, you fling your arms back and forth…

All you hear is the sound of you feet on the sand, your labored breathing, and the deafening beats of your heart. Can you even see? Salty sweat is streaming down your eyes... it’s all a blur. And you run. It’s all you know now isn’t it? Fortunate fool.
The tide’s rising. With every few steps you feel the cool water washing over your feet...

Just when you think your legs will simply fall off if you take another step, the dark sky begins to brighten with the first threads of dawn. You’re still running. I told you, it’s all you know.
So with every breath and every sinew, with every last drop of effort, you sprint. As dawn asserts itself and nudges away the last obstinate traces of night, you slow down... and then you can stop. There you are, doubled over, trying to catch your breath and slow you heart…You straighten up and nostalgically look back, only to find that the tide has quietly and effortlessly washed away your embossed footprints.

Is it any wonder that dawn is called Mourning?

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10 Comments:

nice.... missed u babe :)

By  Dr.Lost, at 22 June, 2006 16:49  

i lub ur blog o0o a5eeran u strtd writing new posts, i think i memorized ur blog min kithr ma i read it :s

lol wb

By  FA$HIONISTA, at 23 June, 2006 10:16  

good to have you back..

things were starting to get a little bit "boring" in the saudi blogsphere..

By  SaudiEve, at 23 June, 2006 17:10  

lol, I got a feeling I was watching "What Women Want" when they were doing the Nike Women dept. ad. ;)
Missing you girl, I thought you stopped blogging or sthn' since you came back!

By  Nouph, at 23 June, 2006 18:27  

Yea, what raf* said..


Wow.

Your writing is amazing.
Welcome back.

By  Taqo, at 24 June, 2006 03:49  

Keep musing :) I like it.

By  confused arab chick, at 24 June, 2006 10:47  

I MISS YOUR WRITINGS!!!! AND I MISS YOUUUU..

Loved that...mashalla 3laich :) Uff and you're studying medicine...!!! - no comment.

Keep posting honey.

By  Sedna, at 25 June, 2006 06:30  

How lovely.

It's good to hear from ya.

By  N.A., at 26 June, 2006 03:46  

CAC and N.A ... Thank you, you guys :)
Sedna, I've missed ya too, send my your number again I lost it and have been meaning to ask for the past week

By  Trevelyana, at 26 June, 2006 06:19  

To be honest, I thought you were gonna stop after 'you kick off your shoes', saying something about being reprimanded by the religious police...

By  illogicist, at 27 June, 2006 17:04  

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