Sunshine.

A good scent     invading      my nostrils.

The Cancun b r e e z e dances in my hair.

My family laughing.

The waiters pouring        ice cold        water into our glasses.

The ice   clinking  against the glass.

We sit a foot above the sand,

The ocean is our neighbor
                                           v
         a        e
We listen to the     w               s      crash,

One              after          the         other.

Sea turtles are crawling on to the sand.

They are burring their eggs.

The gift                                                                 of life.

The sunset    creeps    in the background.

Splashes of orange,
     pink,
yellow,
and purple.
Our meals have arrived.
Perfectly cooked, handmade pasta,
Bathed   with lobster and the chief’s    secret sauce.
It  swims  in my mouth.
Simply delicious.
The chatter continues,
At our table
And the rest of the diners’.
But I keep  quiet.
My meal is   WAY   too good.
Sun kissed faces,
Everyone is happy.
My favorite vacation.
THIS   IS   MY   HAPPY   PLACE.