I can’t find a reason to keep going, but I do. The sun beats down on my back and the sand swallows my feet with every step. If I stopped now now would think less of me–most people would stop.

The wind turns silent for a moment and I twist backwards to see how far I’ve come which only causes me to slump further into despair since the car is still visible in the parking log.

As the wind redoubles it’s effort and continues its crusade against me I only wish I had decided to stay home today. It was a good day for reading, not soul searching.

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