A small, coastal town on the edge of the Pacific Ocean will see its fair share of cloudy, foggy and rainy days. Amongst these days I have many recollections of instances similar to the one I have previously stated above. Trivial and mundane to an extent, but also powerful. …show more content…
Thus, accentuating confidence and providing an aura that which I can superimpose ideas and thoughts upon. With writing, for example, I have an end result of appsolute completion obligated to myself. Ending statements, main points, and conveying my argument; All these have to be portrayed in just the perfect, most genuine and compelling way to correlate with one another at completion. An intimidating and even frustrating ordeal to have it all just... work. I have to take a break. I get on a sweatshirt. Put on my Shoes, and walk out along my usual route along the headlands and through the village. With the occasional wave to a neighbor or friend, fog surrounds me as I plan out my subsequent movements. Contemplating and reciting. Approving and discarding. Attempting and reattempting. Walking, and with every singular motion I am progressing. A