Life on the beach . . .

I awake slowly to the sound of crashing breakers on the nearby beach. Their rhythmic crashing and booming gains more of my attention, some of the booms are quite loud. I hear a rooster calling in the distance; then I hear two, three roosters crowing from Tenacatita. I flutter my eyes open and they are greeted to the soft dawn light. Oh yes, now I remember, I'm in a trailer on a beach in Mexico!

I get up and dress in swim shorts, t-shirt, and long-sleeve shirt. It's a cool 60 degrees (F). I say to Sharon, "I'm going fishing." She softly, in a sleepy voice, wishes me luck, and to be careful. I walk out of the trailer and as I round the corner and start the short walk to the ocean, I get a most beautiful view of the full moon rising over the palms.