like waking up to the sun peeking through your window. knowing. you have nothing you have to do today. we strolled leisurely up to the diner. americana blaring back at me, but the edges so softened by the heat and the laid back 70's vibe. two pancakes, pieces of turkey bacon, eggs and toast later, I'm floating on your hand as you guide me back to the car. the silence is comfortable and the salsa music softly fills the background, adding to the dreamlike atmosphere. the sand is surprisingly hot on my feet; the breeze softens what could be opressive heat. the azure and turquoise and gold stretches for what seems forever. lay back. listen to the sounds of people living in that minute. your hand on my back, I close my eyes.
strolling back to the car and the white white face startles me. two nuns. white as winter. full habits, navy blue headpieces framed with white. one leans over a rosary while the other just reclines, reaching her white face to heaven.
we stroll down the promenande, looking for a sunny spot and some libations. a french bistro, snuggled in the middle of tourists, shops, street performers and eventually; a crew of firemen, and paramedics. sounds frantic, but feels just right. we order some foie gras and wine. the wine augments the beach buzz we have going on; I feel warm and happy. wondering how I got here but not worrying about it in the least.
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