Post by red3 on Feb 14, 2020 15:46:33 GMT
This is a test.
Love in the Yucatan
Everything grows here. Big. Like love. There are lovers everywhere, in the park mostly, dining out, holding hands and why not? Love is encouraged here, because beauty is. There are old, old cathedrals everywhere, their sheer size, structure, and choice of stone color meant to honor God and some saint can take your breath away. The feel of god is everywhere, from the repeated prayers I heard downtown today as adherents celebrated “the Day of the Dead,” to what happened quietly to me a few nights ago.
There was a ravenous kiss of rain. The locals termed it a rain storm; it was for me anything but… What I saw from my apartment as I stepped out under the eaves was more an asymmetrical joining of me with the kiss. As stated, lovers are everywhere in this the White City, where poets, visionaries, and drunks know that love is in the eye of the beholder and the beholder knows that whomever designed beauty is loving. I stepped out to see and feel the air, and as I did a leaf from a very tall banana tree (everything grows here, big) brushed against my cheek as if to say, “See me first”. The trunk of these trees are carved in beautiful designs; I paused to take all that in. I felt like I was looking at my lover. I lingered.
Then there was a waterfall of water gushing from the roof of the main house onto the drive way not too far from where I was standing, and as the water came crashing

down onto the floor of the driveway, the retaining wall that separates the main house from the neighbor’s house next door glowed! My rational mind knows it must have been car lights that sent a focused beam onto that wall just as I caught that fleeting moment of beauty, but…

The brush of the banana leaf against my face, the demand to “see me first”, the outburst of warm rain, the waterfall from the roof, and the beamed wall, all spoke as a lover might, passionate, beautiful, and finally focused.
Love in the Yucatan
Everything grows here. Big. Like love. There are lovers everywhere, in the park mostly, dining out, holding hands and why not? Love is encouraged here, because beauty is. There are old, old cathedrals everywhere, their sheer size, structure, and choice of stone color meant to honor God and some saint can take your breath away. The feel of god is everywhere, from the repeated prayers I heard downtown today as adherents celebrated “the Day of the Dead,” to what happened quietly to me a few nights ago.
There was a ravenous kiss of rain. The locals termed it a rain storm; it was for me anything but… What I saw from my apartment as I stepped out under the eaves was more an asymmetrical joining of me with the kiss. As stated, lovers are everywhere in this the White City, where poets, visionaries, and drunks know that love is in the eye of the beholder and the beholder knows that whomever designed beauty is loving. I stepped out to see and feel the air, and as I did a leaf from a very tall banana tree (everything grows here, big) brushed against my cheek as if to say, “See me first”. The trunk of these trees are carved in beautiful designs; I paused to take all that in. I felt like I was looking at my lover. I lingered.
Then there was a waterfall of water gushing from the roof of the main house onto the drive way not too far from where I was standing, and as the water came crashing

down onto the floor of the driveway, the retaining wall that separates the main house from the neighbor’s house next door glowed! My rational mind knows it must have been car lights that sent a focused beam onto that wall just as I caught that fleeting moment of beauty, but…

The brush of the banana leaf against my face, the demand to “see me first”, the outburst of warm rain, the waterfall from the roof, and the beamed wall, all spoke as a lover might, passionate, beautiful, and finally focused.
