A blanket, a beer, a bonfire
What more could you ask?
How about an egg salad sandwich
How about a clear night
A half moon
Reflecting on the water
Watching a little snake
Coil itself up on a branch
Above the flames
A frog making a chair out
Of the top of your shoe
Some good company
Under the canopy
A night so dark
It’s impossible to know
Where the stars end
And the fireflies begin
A walk n’ talk
A quiet place
Where new and exciting
Meets fear
But never becomes acquainted
And the deepest bond is formed
Between sand and toes
Playa Secreta
Sounds like a wonderful place.
It is! But you know, Wayne. I think you would be surprised to actually see the town where I live. It’s not like the travel brochures and it’s definitely NOT your average beach! As we know, beauty is in the eye of the beholder. 😉
“Down home” is a good thing. I noticed the driftwood on the beach. You’d think, with the volcano nearby, there would be some nice black sand. Shows how much I know.
The black sand is there! it’s on the other side. So soft but firm enough to walk and practice sun salutations. In other words, perfect. 😉