It was good to be out alone at 1 o clock in the morning. I had to take a whiz, so I scrambled my way down a crumbly path on the bluff, took my boots off, felt the sand in my toes, and urinated in the ocean.
It was good to hear the water lap at the shore, and to watch the myriad orange lights shimmer on the silvery surface of the quivering water.
It was good to walk along the shore out in the dark unseen.
It was good to run out in the quiet street, ignoring traffic lights.
Back to being an animal for a brief moment. Sometimes it is a relief.
