St. Thomas

I could live like this. In the sweat and solstice sun over the Atlantic. I could stay like this. Chasing rising moons and the heat of the night. Listening to the beat of the wind and that hummingbird’s song.

And It Is Beautiful

The night beckons us. We digest the city, and are left hungering for another taste. It is more than concrete; it is midnight and powder – the minerals of yellow lights, and a cerulean desire to blanket ourselves in golden sands. The moon is dancing, and it is beautiful.