I’m on Koh Lanta, a long island almost touching the mainland. The sky is overcast, teasing with rain but rarely giving it up. The entire day had been spent within 50 meters of the room and the beach. It’s been utter indulgence. Reading, writing, exchanging messages with friends and family, so close on the other side of the world. A perfect day.
“I want my thoughts to be as patient and slow as the heron standing at the water’s edge fishing the incoming tide for as long as it takes to catch the treasures swimming by. Or I want them, like the barnacles opening up to feed when the tide comes in, to filter the plankton newly streaming around me, so rich and abundant that what I can’t find here hardly seems worth wanting.”
Drinking the Rain, by Alix Kates Shulman