Vacay
by Nina Dumornay
Vacay // San Juan, Les Cayes, Punta Cana
Glazed in sun rays, beaming and steaming, buns sticky and sea-salted at the water’s edge, just beyond her, the sand is smooth and sinking beneath us, the fresh-caught crab cooked here on the beach is bliss in my mouth, with mango flesh still in my teeth from the tree scaled down the road. Tiny lizards roam the blankets we draped under beach umbrellas but we are waist deep in her crystal clear ripples, mingling with shells and stones, sea urchins and jellies, the chatter of birds of paradise and prey is threaded through the billowing breeze as we, dewy and dazed with delight, wade further still. The sun’s light swells and, swift, like her wit, like her sweet, clean justice, the sea casts out her arm in a glorious surge, soaring past and crashing over, we are enthralled by her welcome. Engulfed and grateful, pleasantly surprised. She curls me in, swaddling me down into the deep, the kindest of cold, sun still gleaming all the way out
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