Beach Air

The smell of fresh air, the sounds of seagulls, the waves along the shore.  Upon arriving to the beach, I breathed an instant sigh of relief and felt a sense of peace.  Loud trains, cars and city smells disappeared as I approached the ocean, sand in my toes and sun in my face.

I knew the ocean was my home.

I’ve been trapped in fields of green and inside old brick walls.  Trapped among the hustle, the rules, the restrictions and the judgement.  I have felt stuck for so long, yet as I flew into Massachusetts and first saw the shore that cold December morning, there was something here waiting for me.


Something has been waiting all along, yet it is something I have yet to discover.  The water brings me security and makes me realize that I am where I belong.

I no longer have to think in black and white, or view the world as others do- I can find my own happiness wherever I go.

No longer feeling stuck, I know I am free along the shore, and my words float onto my notebook like a boat in the wind.  Today, I can go with the flow, breathe in the saltwater air and know that the best is yet to come. 

About Kristin Fehrman

Writer in Boston.
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