Five-Hundred Word Challenge 505: Around the Coastline

Around the coastline and headlong off to another direction. Away from the city, but off onto another city. There’s not a care in the world, there is a breeze, or at least it feels like a breeze. I know that there is something around the corner.

Vast views stretching outward into infinity, or at least infinity as far as my vision is concerned. It’s an easy drive, but it curves around the cliffs. It curves along a bridge that follows the cliffs.

The salt is in the air, and yet it cannotĀ  be noticed. Too fast am I moving for the scent of slat to be able to reach my nostrils.

The four wheels in contact with the road, carrying me along to wherever it is that I care to go to.

Soon there will be new horizons. Or, at least they will feel new. It will be the same horizon that I see, the same horizon that I always wake up to on each and every morning, but it will be a different view. There will be something new about it. It will feel new, despite it not being new. A new location, a new thing to see. A new way to see the same thing.

Of course, the perception never is that it is the same thing, but something entirely different, just like the view on this coastal drive northward toward the big stack, or at least a bigger stack than the steel city of which I am seeking to escape.

I can forever carry it in my heart and mind and the love for the smaller landscape will never fade, but it was time to move elsewhere. It was time to move to a land of so-called opportunity. It was time for the scenery to change. It was time to embrace something that I could see as being new and appealing, for I had outgrown my surroundings. That’s what I liked to believe.

An artificial breeze running through my hair as the windows all lie down and I go as fast as I’m allowed to go, and sometimes a little bit more when I’m feeling a little bit more adventurous about the whole thing.

I knew that there was potential, but was I really going to be able to maximise my talents, or was I just a big fish that was going into a pond far too massive?

There was always the chance that I was aiming for the new body of water but was going to end up stuck on the bit of earth between.

I had to tell myself that this was something that needed to be done, regardless. Sometimes you need to know when not to proceed, but this was a time that was uncertain. It could have gone either way, but I wasn’t willing to sit down and wait. It was better to extricate myself from my surroundings and take the opportunity to go for something new.

The coastal views stretched into infinity.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:08:70

I think I was trying to invoke imagery and kind off went onto something else.

Written at work.



About Stupidity Hole

I'm some guy that does stuff. Hoping to one day fill the internet with enough insane ramblings to impress a cannibal rat ship. I do more than I probably should. I have a page called MS Paint Masterpieces that you may be interested in checking out. I also co-run Culture Eater, an online zine for covering the arts among other things. We're on Patreon!
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