George would not know how to be or what to do with a normal life, I think. I could definitely sleep under that palapa. Remind me - exactly where are they in Mexico? Yucatan?
What’s normal anyway? I’m not sure I could snooze there. Too open, too exposed. Yes, they’re somewhere along the Yucatán coast. The only geography I’ve included is their landing in Cancun. So, open to interpretation.
Amid all that contemplation of sea and moon and stars, George conjured up La Isla. We're on our way. Brilliant lead up to the ending of this chapter, J.
George would not know how to be or what to do with a normal life, I think. I could definitely sleep under that palapa. Remind me - exactly where are they in Mexico? Yucatan?
What’s normal anyway? I’m not sure I could snooze there. Too open, too exposed. Yes, they’re somewhere along the Yucatán coast. The only geography I’ve included is their landing in Cancun. So, open to interpretation.
Amid all that contemplation of sea and moon and stars, George conjured up La Isla. We're on our way. Brilliant lead up to the ending of this chapter, J.
Thanks KC. The dance of parent/child, I found, is an odd one to wrangle at a “coming of age” moment. As always, thanks for reading.
So many stunning visuals in your prose! It’s like watching a movie.
Thank you. High praise indeed.