Sunday October 5th, on a flight from Houston to Orlando to visit family for the day then to Ft. Lauderdale before Central America. Nervous about the next month in El Salvador. But the nervous-happy-giddy kind you get when you are about to go on a fancy vacation or have a crush on someone in high school and know you will see that person every day.
I have absolutely no idea where I will be sleeping, except under the stars with millions of fireflies around me...the stars, oh the stars are incredible. Its as if you had a hand full of glitter and threw it up at the ceiling of your bedroom and they all just stuck right there. Close enough to touch and move. You can see the swill nebulas and stars are shooting through the sky constantly. The surf is your soundtrack and it shimmers in the moonlight-which by the way is your flashlight through Never Never Land.
I want to never wear shoes and eat mangoes and sandia every day.
Be free, creative, alive.
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