'let me feel the wind on my face'.

let the wind swallow my sighs away in itself. let the wind sweep my mind of all troubles. let the muscles in my leg burn as i race under the shadows of the trees. let the grains of sand scrub my toes sore as i leave my footsteps all over the beach. let the joy of my memories engulf me, and let the pain of them be washed away together with the waves.

east coast.

why does it still bring me so much joy? even if it's just imagining the wind beating on my face.