Turtling

It was gorgeous there.

I thought I would be knee deep in crystalline waters, but didn't realize how much it would feel like home.

That forever sky - azure, for sure - can't remember the last time I saw so much horizon.

Virginia is beautiful. Trees and hues of greens from olive to near sunlight. But those trees and the thick overgrowth of spring block the view of the long thin line of the horizon.

On the beaches of Akumal, we watched the sea turtles as they came in to make the next generation. The clouds moved rapidly across the ocean, forming and disappearing within minutes. I brought books, magazines, journals, but spent most of the time just staring. The intricate moves of waves, swirling water, jumbled coral nesting in the sand, the backs of fishing boats.

I swear the horizon was silver - then blue - then gold...

I just needed to see past myself again to realize that I am not the big picture.