Driving on the gravel road,

Dodging holes created by wear and tear.

Natures way of giving in to the repeated weight.

The best part of living on a island,

You become one with your environment.

It’s been years since I exchange a slow pace for a city life.

The warm orange tinge to the sky welcomes me.

Walking towards memories,

It remains the same.

Hearing the waves crash against the shore so hypothetically.I burst into tears by the calm that washed over me.

It felt like my first real breath in years.