#94
Days here.
Days here start with acai bowls, coffee.
Days here start quietly. Those of us with dogs, we greet the day earlier than the rest. The dog gets a treat at the coffee shack. Does his business. His day is complete. I give him blueberries, cold from the acai, which he eats gingerly.
Days here start and end with bare feet. Shoes, not required.
Days here end with sand in my ear. In my shorts. My sunglasses speckled with water.
Days here end with tacos and beer. With wind. With skin that shows the wear and tear of the sun and the salt and the sand. Days here end on the patio. Or, back in the sand, following along the moon trail.
Days here begin and end so casually. You’re unaware of yourself.
Days here.