Keep your head up, my love

It’s dark and quiet. I was scared awake by the first alarm, and so I stayed in bed, waiting for the right moment to crawl out. Five o’clock is not a time I’m too familiar with. I hear a tapping on my door.

And we climb into the car, still half asleep with tired eyes and yawns. Quietly we roll down the highway, up the road to the beach. The world is still asleep, those last minutes of quiet rest before the typical busyness of the day ensues. It’s a Friday.

Solitude. I seek solitude. I step out of the car, and trek through wet, shifting sand until I’m close to the waves, and far from the people. I practice silence, I ask for something, anything. God, say something.

But God didn’t say anything that I could hear. The waves crashed, my feet settled into the sand. He pulled the sun over the edge of the earth, wreathed in fiery gold and yellow. And we saw, we left, we separated.

So here I sit, trying to sort it all out.

I think...I'm afraid of this semester ending, or what lies after it, of all things changing once it ends.