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What sometimes journaling looks like

Updated: Sep 3, 2023


Le 21 Aout, 15h48, Greece, Peloponnese.

Le vent chaud souffle.

Les vagues se fracassent contre le rivage.

Les enfants crient de joie en sautant dans les vagues.

Perchee sur un tabouret, accoudee sur ce rebord de table haute qui surplombe cette plage.

Journal ouvert avec les pages qui volent au vent.

Cafe frappe aussi glace qu'il est amer que je sirote a travers une paille fine. Plus il est epais et mousseux, plus je me regale.

Life, right now, right here. Happy. Content.

Je depose mes mots sur cette page car cela m'aide a immortaliser ces moments simples, remplis d'instant, de maintenant.

Quand de retour a notre routine, au froid, a la grisaille, je pourrais relire ces mots et a nouveau ressentir cette plenitude.


On August 21st, 3:48 PM, Greece, Peloponnese.


The warm wind blows.

The waves crash against the shore.

Children joyfully scream as they jump into the waves.

Perched on a stool, leaning on the edge of this high table overlooking this beach. Open journal with pages fluttering in the wind.

I sip on a cafe frappe, as cold as it is bitter, through a slender straw.

The thicker and frothier it is, the more I savour it.

Life, right now, right here.

Happy.

Content.

I place my words on this page because it helps me immortalize these simple moments, filled with the present.

When we return to our routine, to the cold, to the grayness, I can reread these words and once again feel this fullness.


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