90 Days (Part 3) — Nowhere to run, Nowhere to hide

Sunlight reflects off the calm blue waters of Avila Beach, CA like jewels set in Poseidon’s crown. The town rests peacefully. Winter has slowed the pace down: beachgoers sit huddled together for warmth, like clockwork set after set of overhead waves are absent their summer riders, parking spots lay dormant, and restaurants are hauntingly empty. From the second floor of the Kraken Coffee Shop, I sit on a metal stool nestled behind a long wooden bar gazing out the oversized window; gentle ocean winds relentlessly tug at the oversized blue umbrellas dotting the sidewalks. Dried leaves tumble through the empty streets eventually finding a resting place on the expansive beach. There is no other place I’d rather be at this moment. I wonder where you are right now? Are you where you want to be? Let me throw this thought out to the universe — there is nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.

The last 90 days can be summarized in Alanis Morissette’s song Ironic: “Life has a funny way of helping you out when you think everything’s gone wrong.”