Año Nuevo, Playa blanca

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new years
The water is warm and boueys us up from the earth. The surf rocks us mildly and we hold eachother and sing as the sun takes its not so slow journey down into the ocean. The sky continues to blaze and when we emerge we walk down the beach almost cold in this very uncold place. Sand- white and soft clingling to skin, clothes, eyelashes, bottoms of beer bottles, sneaking into the sheets, riding on the tips of my hair, sharing space with salt: crusted on my face, licked clean from my skin. We shower with fresh water from a bucket and I don't even think to see if the impossibly giant cokaroach is in his hiding place. We sit at a table with candles in old plastic buckets speaking in Spanish and concentrating to not lose the thread, happy when we get the jokes, happy with the papaya from the grumpy morning market in Cartagena, happy as midnight approaches and food will be served, happy to share another bottle of rum, happy to hear the low sad song sung at midnight. Happy. on this night we are happy.