It is not a complete exhaustion. It is a little burning around the edges. It is a desire for a change of pace, from the rapid fervent insectile energy to a more assured and relaxed tempo. From the constant near-harangue of our jobs, from the needs of our families and our friends, from our own thoughts, our fears, dreams and desires pinging back and forth in our skulls.
Ideally, it should go from a stroll to a jog to a run. We’ve been running, flat-out from the get-go. Can we slow down and smell the sea and feel the salt on our faces, wiggle our toes in the smooth sand. Can we be in the moment, in this moment, where we are not needed anywhere, by no one and only by each other?