My head is pounding. Work pressure. Life pressure. Pressure pressure. pressure. hmmm, that is an odd word. pressure. pressure. it becomes almost onomatopoeic.
Have started to slip mentally. Little things. Can't find my keys because I am holding them in my hand. Go to put more diet coke in my cup and get ice instead. Forgot my phone number. Can't remember what day of the week it is, look at a calendar, still can't place it.
My body is slipping too. Feels like gravity working overtime. Shoulders slowly trying to touch my toes without bending over. Head must weigh at least 25 pounds.
36 hours in Mexico becomes the cure all. I need more, really, for a complete cure. But a little radiation at leasts slows the cancer.
Wake up to the sound of the salt water slapping the sand. Step out onto the balcony, early morning, solitude. A run down the beach. a slow barefoot walk back home. Breakfast with homemade tortillas and huevos and friends. Dear friends! And then a whole day of just sitting. Just being. Letting the pressure melt off me into the sand and wash away. Around the table on the patio. Battling the surf in a lawn chair with a drink in my hand and a friend on each side. Writing my name in the sand with Holly. Badmitton tournaments. sunsets. sunrises. sun shines. and come Sunday, say good bye.
pictures. mental pictures. memories that run together with the years past and the years to come. 36 hours in Mexico. 36 hours of bliss.
sits at the end of the week like a tall glass of water on a table just out of my reach. but i am oh so thirsty and if I just stretch....if I can just wrap my self around 36 hours in Mexico and drink it all in.
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