Is It Time For Our Siesta?

The nights are the hardest.

Our skin is as perspired as our energy, yet we never desire to sleep. Our bodies want to laugh, eat, dance and play in the warm tropical heat. Our skin begs for the dark cool breeze hiding beyond the boats and around the bushes. It seems to only rain at night. A perfectly cleansing, cooling, exhilarating touch on your skin that wakes you up when you were just about to give into the zzz's. A perfect opportunity to lean into every sense, wrapped up by darkness.The bugs nibble at our ankles and yet they are never a bother, even in the itch of the morning.

And in the morning...

There is always the itch of the sleepy sun tickling the masts of the sailboats. The itch of the song birds atop the palm trees. The itch of the fresh smell after the rains. The itch of wandering down the Malecon to look for seashells and carefully, timelessly observing the critters. The itch for that sweet ocean to kiss your knees and then almost push you

in! The laughter. The snuggles on the mermaids' rocks. The gracious strangers. The beautiful lifeguards.The softness of the sand under your feet. The sounds. The smells. And the view of forever of the sea.

Our bodies beg for their siesta and then protest for the entire elevator ride. I don't want each magnificent day to end and I cannot wait for the sun to rise over the water.

The struggle of the night is real. I'm not sure I will ever find the cure.