Wine,Women & Song

By CelloNerd

The Tide

For the past week I have had the fortune to be situated where I could sit and do nothing but listen to the violent, crashing surf pound relentlessly against the rocks. I've watched the tide come in and out and I struggled with the stickiness of the tropical air as it clung tenaciously to every inch of my skin.

That is all finished now. We are packed, and ready to depart in the morning. Another piece has been added to the jigsaw puzzle of me, and I walk away feeling melancholy, but refreshed and content. I return to my workaday world with renewed focus while bracing myself for some personal issues with calm and trepidation. Adios, Puerto Vallarta! I will return.

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