rejoice, i rejoice

I cannot wait until the end of August.

For after so many years (five, ten? I lost count), this girl right here will no longer be completely landlocked and will set her eyes and her ears, hungry and starving, feasting upon the sights of the Pacific meeting the shore. We will be camping(!), and as soon as I get close enough to the tide, I will probably not want to leave the sands. I will inhale, deeply, the salty aroma of the waves, and step in with my weary feet and let you heal my deep-set bruises and cuts, and I will throw my arms open wide, straight and welcoming, silently crying aloud with joy and relief,

for I have needed you for so long. And I will claim you and I will be yours.

I rejoice; I will rejoice. And I will be at peace.