It was a fine day and in that fine day there were plenty of things to do.

It stretched out in a lengthy and pleasing manner, much like the hills that lay outward along the road of which the road had to traverse, as well as the vehicles that had to traverse the land along the road.

Things happened. There were photos. There was walking. There was even talking. There were other things as well but that is not something that right now we’re going to get into as the focus is on the day at hand.

It started in darkness and then the sun rose, bathing the land around in its light, causing shadows to retreat to where they could experience as little of the sun’s light as possible. Quiet sounds became louder, though not cacophonous. The world was greeted in a manner most pleasing and it was through all of that happening that a set of people in a group of two set out on a journey to go somewhere and find something that they could call their own, if even only for a few minutes.

Their journey was one that was a straightforward as it was complex, for over-planning was something that got the better of them, and for no reason whatsoever really. It was just a drive for a few hours to somewhere where few people would normally go, and that’s all it had to be. Instead of doing so, the smallest of things were accounted for and all that accounting had no bearing on the journey other than the potential to inflate the amount of time spent preparing for things that would not happen. Still, when all was said and done, it was better to be prepared than not and so in the quiet hours during low traffic the journey commenced and continued into the daylight hours whilst traffic was picking up in the city.

Breaking away from the city early was the best thing as there was little traffic around now that they were away from it, and so they could continue their search with little, if any, difficulty, and really, that was the best way to go about things.

Soon they would see waves and at the waves there would be sand. There would be cliffs slowly eroded away and there would be the sounds of the ocean and perhaps seafaring birds. There would be many things, but that would not be where they would find what it was that they were looking for.

Perhaps there was no finding what it was that they were looking for, but there was always hope. There were always other days in which they could reattempt searching, but hopefully with less planning. However, they would still try. They would still leave the city when they could and they would continue their search away from the city, then return home. There would be events and actions and there would be satisfaction, but the desired result would remain elusive.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:32:79

This started stronger than most of what I write and I think I sunk it pretty quickly.

Written at home.