Tuesday, March 9, 2021

Endless Days at the Beach

Tuesday, March 9, 2021

My tan has faded, but my memories of last year's endless days at the beach have not. At this time of the day, I would usually be my favorite spot, sitting under one of those coconut trees whose fruits passersby always warn me about. "Cocos cayendo," (falling coconuts), they'd always say. 

While families carrying their own umbrellas, chairs, bodyboards, and what appears to be two days' worth of food and beer trickled in, I'd be eyeing the granizados vendor and debating with myself on whether to indulge in that sweet treat. The sun would be shining, browning my skin to the darkest it's ever been. I would move to a shadier spot and reapply sunblock. I'd look around, happy to witness that life continues, somehow.

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