dulce de leche.

unexpected was the day when i awoke to the cancellation of my return. i no longer needed to pack my things... instead i went to the beach. unbelievable and ever so delicate is the ocean with her ways, this day was crystal clear and full of sea life.  watching a half moon rise over the horizon, dolphins play in the shore break and sting rays surf the waves, i spent my time wading in the calmest of manner, in disbelief that it was real.  i hope one day to capture this moment on canvas... or paper... or instrument of sound.  only time will tell how it will project itself.  soaking up sunshine and pretty smiles from a lovely lady that loves me all the while... her wishes of my presence, i am convinced, kept me here. 

hard to leave a place the feels more right than ever, i had to rest my eyes and thoughts for too long... a sunset was missed or just barely caught as i made my way to the oceanside jazz bar.  the strangest falling star caught my attention in the sky at dusk... no other star present except this bright one that fell straight to the ground.  i began to think of dark thoughts, captured again by the moon and distracted just moments later by the night's talent.  always welcomed by the drummer and attention caught by all the local faces... even this night has a violin.  as if the songs were for me, i tried to absorb all the vibration that was placed in such close proximity and remembered the cycle of repeat that is my "trip home."

changed and simmered from a summer that is only fourteen days keeps me from dragging out or dragging on, now a darker shade of olive and a brighter shade of personality... i am one with my sweet self and hope to carry this to another life that seems all too far away. 

wish me luck, sweet love.