Stillness

Some days the sun just shines brightly and I walk up the ruins of Izamatul, Mexico and stand at the top looking out over the yellow town of Izamal and I enjoy what I’m seeing. The sun, the warm afternoon light, the wind in my hair and I just am. The state that seems like the hardest of things sometimes, because I like to go places and run away. Keeping myself busy with things to cross of my list even though I deep down know that all that matters is the stillness inside.