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"...End of the world..." usually refers to places where people are exiled for having committed assorted crimes against their government.
I return from what was a self-imposed sentence. And the crime? Denying myself the time to enjoy the simple, ordinary pleasures of the places I love.
It wasn't the 'end-of-the-world' but the 'trail's end' on Treasure Island that served as the portal back to myself. With shoes kicked off, I made my way to the long expanse of fine, white beach sand studded with islands of sea oats and rustling palms. As the bright afternoon sun pulled me towards the rolling gulf waters, I tasted the salty breezes and heard the laughing calls of gulls. Becoming relaxed was never before so effortless!
My slow-dance with life for the next few days was just beginning here at the end of the trail...