Sublime Scenery down at the DeadSea

Life or so we call it is our existence, the planet we live in, the routine we decided to set for our selves. Most people and am not saying all wake up a few hours after sunrise, go to school or to work, are back for lunch or by dinner, run a few chores around the house and go back to sleep, it’s an endless cycle with occasional plans throughout the week, or resting during the weekend with the family or with friends.

On Wednesday I decided to break this cycle, why not go out in the middle of the week, and frankly the end of the month is approaching, and like everyone else, I am assuming, we’re all low on cash. I took a drive with my significant other down to the Deadsea, we sat by a low mountain over looking the sea, the sun was already gone, but there was a beam of light near the horizon waiting to go to sleep, while the water washed off the shore and back again, giving the warm breeze that extra whisper it needed to make it the ideal scene.

Not much was said while we sat there enjoying the view, we seemed to be trapped in our own thoughts, thinking out loud, but not loud enough to speak out our contemplations! Occasionally we’d glance at each other and smile, grin widely or laugh out loud, the peace of mind that we’ve shared those few hours we’d spent at our little spot seemed to wash over both of us, words were unspoken, but the eyes said it all, re-assuring hands were held telling each other that no matter what it is that we’re thinking, it would wind up alright and most of all we we’re there, enjoying the beauty of a scene so natural, not occupied by people, intruded by surround sound systems or invaded with buildings, antiques and furniture.

I left there thinking, damn, I hate having a curfew, and spent the whole 40 minute drive back home, knowing that I should do this more often, it beats yoga, meditation, seeing a shrink, pumping meds or getting angry. It seemed like the perfect solution for my better half and I to just sit at the beach, shut up and just enjoy!