... about the ocean at nighttime that makes me so oddly contemplative?
The last couple of times we've spent a Saturday drinking at Elbo Room, I find myself drawn to the beach across the street. It's dark, there's a few couples scattered here and there, but mostly it's just the roar of the waves, and the whistle of the wind.
And for some reason, it ruins my bar-time mood... I have those pesky "What am I doing with my life?" thoughts staring at that vast body of water, and yet I'm always drawn back for more. Tonight, I couldn't help but think how much I'd like to just spend hours laying there, listening to those sounds and these thoughts. I don't think any answers would present themselves, but that doesn't really seem to matter.
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