The
curls seemed to dance and celebrate bouncing from my head
Miles
from the hot angry straightening irons and hair products as I
let
my hair go curly
Curly
the way it is when I don't force it to be something its not
For
those amazing days in July there was no makeup or insane beauty
regimens
I
wore skirts and dresses and let the warm winds kiss my thighs
Every
afternoon it came quietly and left the same way
The
rain, even the rain was flawless
As
it fell from the heavens onto lush landscapes
Grass
and trees the greenest of greens
She
laughed when I marveled at the water so blue it looked like a
postcard
Blue
blues rich and vivid
Like
pastels spilling over canvas
Exotic
flowers whites, pinks, and purples
The
ones we only see in flower shops are in their natural homes
Little
local girls dance and sing in this, their divine playground
We
walk barefoot my bronze skin kissed with the sun
I
bask in the beauty of this place beauty like I had never seen before
Just
spent days, but longed to spend lifetimes
Discovering,
uncovering, and worshiping
In this piece of perfect paradise.