DAY 48

Mexican dreams swell in the night. Lustre and fog lilt on curtains edge. You're not obliged. This is only the interum. Screaming water. Night hawks swallowing and purging promises. I believe them tomorrow. I see the ocean but it will not touch me. This is unnatural and disconcerting. I want to feel fear again. Sunsets behind grand villas remind us to forget where we should be. For now we are here and it's grand. Smile west, look east. Broken no longer. Warm and free. Sighs of relief rock me to sleep.