Hola and Hello
We are all America
The air is warm. Not dense with humidity. Just warm.
The breeze. Warm.
The sand. Warm.
The water. W a r m.
“You know I don’t like anything coconut.” Tough crowd.
I couldn’t look away from her orangey bronze spray tan.
The layered textures of nature.
Breathing deeply into the crystal blue water.
High stakes waves.
The city streets emit a quiet pulse of brunch cul…
