I stood beside the oscillating fan, letting it blow past my calves at timed intervals. There's something soothing about a thing that's timed and repetitive. Walking, and the time every 2 steps take. Repetitive music. Waves. It brings me back to the simplicity of a heartbeat or breathing. Those simple things underneath it all. Hugely simple. Simply huge.
From the balcony of our hotel on the island of Amorgos in Greece we could see a lighthouse on the other side of the water. It blinked on in the darkness every 4 seconds exactly. I counted, repeatedly, somehow expecting it to falter, but it never did. One one thousand, two one thousand, three one thousand, four one thousand.
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