Costa Rica

Costa Rica...a tropical wonderland. A seascapes of trees dance with smiling winds. Tempestuous dancers of Latin descent, emissaries from the golden Ragnorak of the Costa Rican sun. Gold dust on their skin, as they trail their feathers along the adobe Earth, tickling her through half-sunken reveries. Barbacoa sizzles on adamantine grills...crystalline waters in wells of plenty...there's plenty well off in Costa Rica.

No stars and stripes, no red and yellow, no nuclear, handheld...or otherwise dangerous contraption...just love...and the slowburn passion of awakened wilderness. It belongs to everyone, it belongs to the songstress and lionshout within each man and woman. Yey, we are both Ying and Yang. The darkness and light, in perfect meditation...closing my eyes, I feel the waves slowly coursing through the sandy veins of the shore...she walks in front of me, 9 steps ahead, 8 steps too many, 7 reasons away, 6 hesitations, 5 contemplations, 4 dedications, 3 elevations, 2 you, my 1.