arriving

the anticipation builds as the car lumbers over the old bridge.
the water in full view, 360 degrees of blue.
i open the windows to the familiar scent, the taste of salt in the air.
i breathe deep, the peaceful feeling already beginning to undo the weeks of knots building in my shoulders.
with my arm out the window as i always do, the cool breeze floating through my fingertips.
a salute to the pelicans soaring above.

a camera can never capture this scene.
cannot convey the change within my soul.
the experience of being here, in this moment.
the tension releases, i relax deeper into my seat, i am fully present.
two dollars to the man in the booth; a small price to pay for this freedom.

we have arrived.