Day 140: Beaches are pretty

So it was another day in heaven. We are in too nice a place to pretend otherwise. Lots of sun, beach, good Thai food, and nice people smiling at us. Granted, they were probably all smiling because Claire was simultaneously reading and doing an ab workout in the pool with her sunglasses on, and Lara still looks homeless in her mismatched bikini and multiple headscarf-covered fro, but nonetheless, they had nice smiles.

At some point in the afternoon, I decided to go running. It was sunset, and it was, again, perfect. I was running along thinking of how wonderful life in general was and kind of jamming out to my iPod. Unfortunately, my iPod is a bit of a music snob, and it rejected my jam of Britney's cover of the timeless classic "I Love Rock and Roll" (this is not the first time my battery has inexplicably died in the middle of some lower quality tunes). So I was left to my thoughts.

And what thoughts they were.

I pondered how pretty the ocean was, the sunlight streaming, the birds swooping. I realized that this was the type of scenes that make people paint things or write pretty songs about love and other types of shmaltz. Hell, I thought...I'm a writer...

Obviously, the fruits of my running-endorphin-induced poetical moment should be recorded.

"It's so sparkly. The water's, like, green AND blue...but the white part is really really dazzle-y. Wow. Pretty. Sunset's are...pretty. It's all just so pretty. Like really really pretty. Sparkles everywhere."

Needless to say, Claire is the one planning to make a real career out of this whole writing thing...