There are the rare nights that are pure.
When the fish falls off the bone and you eat rice with your fingers.
When the coconuts are fresh and tangy.
The conversation bright and lively with the local couple.
When the sea is a moody beautiful beast.
When our world is right, just as it is.
-We spent the day driving around on our moped, feeling the smooth rode beneath us.
Monkeys jumping in the tree’s and cows lazily sleeping by the road.
We explore cliffs and black sand beaches.
It was one of those days for the books.