Sunday, December 3

After a depressing and home sick weekend, my run tonight could not have been more helpful. I set off with no direction in mind but found myself running again along the narrow beach away from the busy center of Cannes. The water was lit an eerie turquoise by the full moon and the departing storm left the rough waves crashing against the rocky shore. With only the sound of the wind in my ears, my tangled thoughts somehow smoothed themselves out and I returned home calmer and happier and ready to face the week.