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Beach

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Ocean Beach, San Francisco, seventeen years ago. That place was then the escape valve of my stress, the confidant of my sorrows and joys, the scenery of my solace.
Yes. Those were wonderful and difficult years at the same time. I was far away from home, trying to heal deep wounds in my health and my soul and build a new life. I had got a job as a stringer for a news agency. I had to build my net of sources because I had had to begin from scratch. Everything was new and exciting. I had my home office and I had to work hard in the morning and the afternoon. But usually at 5 pm I was done.
It was time for my walk on the beach. I let the roar of the waves and the wind enfold me, so I could think calmly about what had happened during the day, or simply empty my mind and enjoy the nature.
I loved to observe the flight of the pelicans. Or the funny behaviour of the beach birds.
I miss those walks so much…
It has been a long time since I left the States, but I’ll never forget those wonderful walks on the Ocean Beach in San Francisco

Beach

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Sanctuary

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A sanctuary is a place you can escape to, to catch your breath and remember who you are. Write about the place you go to when everything is a bit too much.

Today is one of those days when I would like to disappear, and get lost in a deserted beach, to have a long walk by myself. The nasty noises from the street and my neighbors are sounding amplified in my head, hammering my brain, and getting on my nerves. There is no way to focus on what I’m writing. But I have nowhere to hide. I’m trapped at home. I can’t leave. My mom cannot stay alone. I only can go out when my sister come to take turns with me. And then, I have so many things to do when I go out, that is not restful at all. My real sanctuary these days is the old gothic church, next block. I can enter when I want, enjoy the silence, the beauty of the architecture, admire the light filtering through the colors of the  magnificent stained glass rose windows, feel seven centuries of history in its walls, columns and arches, and discover the tiny red candle by the tabernacle, get close and have there a little prayer. These visits give me peace.

Oasis.

 

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beep beep… boop

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What’s your idea of a perfect day off: one during which you can quietly relax, doing nothing, or one with one fun activity lined up after the other? Tell us how you’d spend your time.

An error message in my computer ruined my post. I’d just finished writing and was ready to save and publish when something went wrong. The message instructed me to refresh my page. I did it and everything disappeared without a trace. It was time to go to take care of my mom, so I had no time to rewrite it. Now is late at night over here, she is resting, and I have some minutes to join the prompt

I realize I just break one of the golden rules I had as a Journalist: never write about the difficulties found while doing a reportage. Anyway, this is not a newsroom nor a news report.

In my disappeared post I wrote that given my gloomy mood, I only can think on being alone in a quiet place doing nothing. I’ve written more than once that my idea of a perfect day have to do with a long walk on the beach, feeling the marine breeze on my face, listening to the roar of the waves, contemplating the changing colours of the sea.

 

But because I have no sea nearby, and I can’t drive to go out of the city to spend the day alone, admiring the nature, I guess I would end enclosed in my room and that’s not good. Thanks God I have so many things to do.

 

The Italians have the perfect formula for free days: what they call “il dolce far niente” , sweet doing nothing, delicious idleness. I would like to master that art.

 

Sparkling or Still.

 

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New and Clean

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From the yeasty warmth of freshly baked bread to the clean, summery haze of lavender flowers, we all have favorite smells we find particularly comforting. What’s yours?

All things new and clean. For instance, the smell inside of a new car. I love it. I don’t know why, but it gives me security and of course, it reminds me how exciting is driving a brand new car. It tells me that everything will work properly and nothing will fail unexpectedly if I’m careful. Maybe I like it so much because my car is old and I miss that feeling.

In fact, love the smell of all kind of new machines and gizmos. I guess what I really love is to play with them.

There are a lot of good smells that I like.

I love the smell of the clean sheets, the smell of the mowed grass, the smell of the fresh breeze while I walk on the beach.

And looking backwards I love the smell of the apple strudel in the oven. It reminds me my happy childhood when we were all together.

Nosey Delights.

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A good Time

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Imagine that tomorrow, all of your duties and obligations evaporate for the day. You get the day all to yourself, to do anything you please. What types of fun activities would make your day?

I would sleep until late and then go to the beach to have a long walk, feeling the marine breeze in my face, watching at and listening to the waves roaring. Because it’s winter I can’t swim which is what I would like to do. Too cold. There is something in the Ocean that attracts me. I live inland but I need the Sea. Gives me a freedom feeling I can’t find anywhere else. I love hiking and the mountain but nothing like the Ocean. I miss the Sea when I’m too much time away. Like now.
I would like to spend hours reading a good book. I have several waiting for free time. Then I would like to go out for dinner and if there is something good showing, to the movies or to the concert hall.

Daily Prompt: Nothin’ But A Good Time.

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