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 that.
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.
Wow. Just. Wow.
ReplyDeleteThe plot of this novel is thickening and becoming more lyrical. Love it! Sending hugs to you and yours. x0 N2
ReplyDeleteDamn. Cozumel has your writing on FIRE. Loving it. But I have decided that I miss Owen, too so you can't move there for good.
ReplyDeleteYou can send for Owen. ;)
ReplyDeleteI have to say it: Don't come home.
ReplyDeleteThis vacation really agrees with you Ms. Moon. I love your updates and your words have been my respite this last week. I am glad you are having such a good time. Joanne
ReplyDeleteAlmost no need to wish you new year joys, Ms Moon, it sounds as though they're already here for you.
ReplyDeleteI like that you are feeling free, not encumbered by this to do or that to do. Too many tasks and burdens make home like a work place. At Cozumel, you feel more free to me. I can feel it in what you write. You are soaring. Good for you.
ReplyDeletethis is what dreams are made of!
ReplyDeleteso glad you are living yours.
xoxoxoxoxxo
I am glad it is like that.
ReplyDeleteI love you so.
Syd expressed my thoughts perfectly.....I wish you could bring home with you the freedom you are enjoying from all of the "taking care of things, creatures and people."
ReplyDeleteLove ya', Mary..........Happy New Year.