Last night I had to escape.

Not because of tantrums or fighting.

Not because of overeating the amazing dinner I threw together when "plan A" fizzled.

I just wanted to get outside and move.

So I did what any grown woman of 34 would do...

I snuck out like a teenager.

I went for a walk in my quiet little beach town that is slowly beginning its hibernation state. Ice cream shops that are now only open fri-sat-sun, people loading the cars around 8 p.m, a tell tale crispness in the air.

My feet seemed to move on there own, zigging and zagging up the quite little streets until finally they carried me to the beach.

Suddenly, I felt at peace. The ocean seems to glow at night as the white crested waves roll in. If you can focus on nothing you will see the wind smoothing the sand into a soft blanket.

I immediately removed my shoes and walked. I watched the little water birds run with the waves hunting for dinner. I stared at the stars shining despite the bright lights of the casinos.

And then I ran.

I took my shoes off and ran with the same carefree attitude I felt. 

I had no rhyme- no reason, just joy.