By the third morning, the chair didn’t need adjusting, and the coffee didn’t demand my attention. My body completely surrendered to the seat. I felt a smile spread across my entire face. Life owed me nothing, and I owed nothing to life.
On the fourth morning, the waves washed away my plans with their song, their scent, their endless blue. I wandered through the village streets, tasting its sweetness and its salt. I think the sea lent me its eyes that morning, for in the days that followed, my eyes were free again.
Inspired by my summer 2022 visit to Puerto Vallarta.
