In the fuzzy headed haze of early morning today, I, not once but TWICE, inadvertantly headed my car towards the beach. I was supposed to be heading toward work - the complete opposite direction - but without thinking I kept trying to run the other way. In that odd lit-up darkness of a predawn city, I got on the freeway...and into the lane to head south towards the coast. Hey wait, I told myself, this is wrong. So I resolutely headed to the first available exit and got myself back on the freeway heading in the direction of work. Then it was time to get off the freeway - oh wait, somehow I stayed in the exit lane and am right back on the freeway...now headed away from work and towards the coast again. I finally realized that there was no way I was ever going to work if this kept up, so off the freeway I got and off I stayed. Surface streets were apparently the way to go this morning.
Really? Twice?
I'm not even a beach person - baking on the sand just isn't my idea of fun. If I think about it - I am a striding along the cliffs, climbing over rocks and staring at the sea type person. And today - well I guess today that is what my brain was trying to tell me to do. Instead, here I sit, enveloped in my little beige cube in the maze of other beige cubes. But my brain, it is on the steep cliffs with the wind blowing steadily against me, eyes squinting in the sun as I gaze out at the sea and sky.
