It’s peaceful,
The waves are crashing and the air is still. I look up to the cliffs, eroded by time, As i walk across the sandy plain The sea is brushing across my feet Its cold kiss refreshing and i welcome the breeze the tide brings in. The gulls are flying up a head, there is sound of distant laughter in the background, the laughter of children, children filled with joy. I keep walking and wonder, I wonder how many footprints the sea has washed away, I wonder how much time has passed for the ocean to carve the cliffs into a perfect cove, I wonder how many lives this beach has seen, what their stories might of been, who they were and How much joy this cove has given them. I think of the memories the sand must hold, even though the constant ember of the waves constantly washes them away. I might not see them, but i know they are there. I feel an overwhelming sense of tranquillity wash over me, and i feel at ease and content with the world. This beach has provided me with a shelter. A shelter from a world that is so often cruel. I wonder how many more shadows have waked across the sandy plain. I think of my shadow and if the sand will remember mine. For i will remember this moment and hold it dear. As a gratifying reminder that the world keeps moving no matter how tough the tide may be. Written By Jess Wilkins
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There is no Time
The panic sets in I get to Wednesday and realise i have not written anything. I ask myself why, then say 'i just haven't had the TIME.' Isn't it strange, how in such a TIME as this, when all you have is TIME, you find that TIME just passes you by and you haven't had the time to do anything. Most days i don't wake up till 10:00 I lay in bed, look at the TIME on my clock then go downstairs at 11:00 to eat breakfast. After that, i hoover and make some lunch and then the next thing i know its 1:00. I notice that i still haven't done anything remotely productive with my day. Then i find something else to distract myself like cooking food or reading. It gets to 5:00 and i STILL haven't written anything, but its TIME to take the dog for his walk. When i get back i check the TIME, and its TIME to make dinner, and give the dog his tea. It gets to 9:00 and the day has gone. I haven't done anything or written anything but the TIME has just flown. I thought that there was no TIME to do anything. But oh look, you have just taken the TIME to read this, and i have taken the TIME to write this. I reflect on this and realise that It turns out that even though i haven't had the TIME to write anything, I've just written something about TIME. Written by Jess Wilkins This pandemic is, on the whole, a very scary time and not a nice time to live through. We all know this, and I’m sure we’re all tired of saying ‘this is just a very mad time’ or the like. However, as last week was mental health awareness week, and our theme this week is Time, I thought I'd offer an alternative look at this current time.
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