Sounds of an Acapulco Night

Dogs chatter, children play, cars struggle up the mountain, Sammie rests at my feet, a mosquito bits, a steel Acapulco chair rocking, a preacher sings to his God and classical plays on Spotify. I sit and admire my obstructed view.

Making plans to explore the world, to build my campervan, to secure communication, to hold my loved ones and miss my true love, I am not ready to move on. I reflect on my life...