Now That We’re Back

Whether the sleek hulk set in glass ocean water far out our windows was stalled or gliding past, who knew? It must have made it somewhere, because the speck disappeared and no news came of a ship going down.

Whether our house on the mango banana coconut tamarind breadfruit hill, with our bed so vast we lay in two different countries, was the easier on our living, or the one back home in our bare broken woods, how to tell? Only here, things were for play. Here we had sand enough for castles.

Whether the waters surging up the sharded rocks, crashing and spuming salt and cresting toothpaste blue, were more the spectacle, or our gleeful gleaming sunburnt children, who could say? Neither would keep. For a sugared shining spell we had the both.

Photography by Caroline Murch. Family trip, Playa Mar Chiquita, Manití, Puerto Rico