If I could, I would take a picture of the way the moon looks right now over the water. I have tried but it does not come out. Imagine this- silver crescent in smile position over the water, pathway of silver beneath it leading to the Yucatan Peninsula and ending in the approximate place of Tulum.
Imagine soft air, perfect temperature for human beings.
Imagine water slapping rocks beneath you.
Imagine having had supper in a courtyard with a tree that had a sign on it that said, "Mamay Tree, 1880."
Imagine a waiter who laughed at everything and then brought the girl-child a shot of tequila. Imagine the girl-child kissing her man. Imagine the ride home on the scooter. This part of the ride smells of cigars, this of jungle, this of flowers.
Imagine kissing your own love. Imagine lying down in the darkness and then waking to turquoise made liquid before your eyes, black birds singing one perfect trilling note.
Imagine how, when you dip your face beneath the water, not one of your troubles, not one of your cares is living there.
Imagine riding down the road in paradise.
Yes. It is like that.
Yes. It certainly is.