I get home and play with Viola and Falstaff, my fur-babies niece and nephew, for a while. I stop, make sure their cat flap is on lockdown, put on the alarm and head out. Nothing out of the ordinary. Going to get a bite to eat and come back.
I have a bloody mary and fries at Zinqué which satisfies my nostalgia for France since I think the owner is French and it is spoken all around me, but it leaves me feeling guilty for the calories I inhaled. So I walk for a bit.
I am walking away from the house towards the beach, where I walk every day, with no intention of actually reaching the beach. Ah, but I look up and the allure of a sky that predicts a truly glorious sunset cannot be ignored. 
So I go, already feeling the sand between my toes.
There is some hesitation in my step for I won’t be able to share this one with anyone. 
All hesitation vanishes when I direct my sight to this sky with its fading light, and color show. 
Tonight the sky is all mine. And the embrace I receive is from life itself reassuring me that all will be alright. 
My mind and body slow down and I take it all in. Though I’ll never be a beach bum, a beach girl I am. Fitting, for it is Yemanyá, the goddess of the sea and moon, who is my mother orishá.
A reminder to write along the way. 
And another that my gender rocks.
And another…. 
And I reach home content.
