turned

There is a cliff.top.walk near Where I Live that is beautiful
[make.you.remember.how.brilliant.life.is.type.beautiful].

This morning it was shimmering. Summer.in.Winter.
[heart stops and re-starts with the too-muchness].
As I walked, I noticed:

Some of the folk moving towards me were turned outwards:
eyes up, smiling and connecting with others or soaking up the ocean, engaging with that massive, thrilling expanse of ever.more.

Others were turned in:
eyes averted, focused on the ground, not meeting the world.

Some mornings I turn in.

But it is on the days that I turn outwards that couples gently ask me to take their picture, that lovely.older.folk.with.scruffy.dogs smile, that the sea smells cleaner and my thoughts flow more freely. It is on those days that I return home feeling energised and happy and knowing that the world is a great place to be.