Cabo by Guest Author: Mary-Ann Ortiz-Luis

"Summer Breeze" is blaring in my ears. Glorious salty sweat is trickling down my face, searing my eyes, grazing my lips, painting my shirt. I smell the fresh sea air enveloping me into its warm embrace. My mind is joyous over the unaccustomed lack of searching, digesting, analyzing. My body is in tune with the rhythm and crunch created by my limbs charging into the granular sand. Right, Left. Right. Left. The pelicans cautiously leave their three pronged prints diverging from mine. A flock of seagulls careen over to disrupt the perfect blue sky. I am rest. I am peace.