Today was my last day of work for my summer job. They let me go a couple hours early. My superiors really are nice people, and they all said they'd miss me, as I start my first year in university this September. It's nice to feel a part of something like that and have a good social component to accompany my work. We are a pretty close-knit organisation, though. Anyway, today was a really beautiful day, although it was real hot! Despite the heat, the sky was clear and blue
. I came home to my family, and soon realised that I had but a week until I would move in to my new home. I wanted to do something that I kind of always wanted to do, but never did, before I left.
I grabbed my bicycle out of the shed. The tires were flat, the seat was dusty, and the pedals were home to a spider's web. It was a neglected old friend. I hadn't ridden it in probably about three years. I wiped off the seat, swatted the spider and its web away with a broom, and hosed down the entire thing. That solved the cleanliness problem, but my tires were still deflated, rendering the bike extremely hard to ride efficiently, as anyone would have guessed. Great. I went in search of my old bicycle air pump. I know I last saw it in the garage with all of my sporting stuff, alas, it eluded me, even after I checked inside the house and out. Now what? I loaded my bicycle into the back of my car, and drove to the nearest gas station. There, I could utilize the pressurized air machine. Sure enough, it did the trick, albeit it did cost my an entire dollar! All right. I was set to go. I drove back to the house, took a quick gulp of water, and I was off.
I knew exactly where I was going. Well, kind of. I knew the general area of where I was, but I hadn't been there in at least seven or eight years. I remember it vividly, though. It is a place that stuck in my mind since childhood, because of the locale, the look of it, but also the feeling or vibe it gave me. I felt it even back then, and I knew I would feel it now. The West Beach, tucked away behind the nuclear plant. There was a small playground, as I remember, and a small shoreline, with light sand that quickly was overcome by rocky terrain. These rocks were pretty smooth, though, so it was not a pain to walk on them with bare feet. The August air was cool on this evening, as the sun was setting; the western sky was aglow. It was quarter after seven. I glided down the short path to the beach, and laid my bicycle on a log -- the same log that I remember being there when I was last there. Strange that I would remember a detail such as this? Or just a sign that this place may be significant? I concluded that it was probably a bit of both.
The only people there besides myself was a young girl, presumably my age, with her dog and her parents. I wandered down the stretch of shoreline, away from them. I wanted to be by myself. I stared at the water for a while before sitting down with my legs outstretched so that the water lapped at my feet and cradled my ankles. The ground was covered in seaweed, but I didn't care. The sky was a beautiful blue, and was a canvas to small wisps of clouds. I laid down and just listened to the waves. Peace. Serenity. Moments passed. I then pulled out my iPod, and put on the album that reminded me of everything beautiful in the world: Just for a Day
, by Slowdive
. It had to be that album. It is so nostalgic for me, and will always have a special place in my heart. Spanish Air
came on, and a stared calmly out into the lake, watching the waves play about. Both Celia's Dream
and Catch the Breeze
were surreal. The moon was a half crescent, and shone boldly and brightly. When Ballad Of Sister Sue
came on, I laid down and relaxed. By this time, the girl and her company had left. I was all alone. Breath in... Breathe out... Relax... Erik's Song
made me cry, as did Waves
. Hearing the waves while listening to both of these tracks was particularly euphoric. I was at peace with everything, it felt. Brighter
has always been a favourite of mine, and I closed my eyes and drifted off through it and The Sadman
. Finally, I turned and gazed into what I could see of the sunset, while Primal
played. When the album was over, I felt so peaceful and emotionally stirred at the same time. It was quite the experience, and I'm glad that I had it. The bottom of my shorts were soaked, but I didn't care. I almost felt like I could die right then and there, and I would be content with it. Serenity.
I made my way back to my bicycle, and rode back home. I was glad that I did that tonight. I felt it was a great way to relax and get in touch with my spiritual nature. This is something that I would definitely want to do again, given the chance. I do believe that music like that that Slowdive
needs to be experienced. It certainly takes me to another place.