I staring at it for a second, and I feeling something in me yearn to fly into it. The sparkling lights of the rides and food stands are dazzling against the plum alchemy of the sky becoming. With rickety boardwalks, dried and smoothed by salt and sand and people. The air feel hot like a kiss, and the ocean breeze find its way to my scalp and cheeks and it remind me to slow down and take all of this in. The sky and the way my body feels. The way my heels feel in my sandals and the sensation of the African fabric I have wrapped around my shoulders and the blue above me ripening into blackness.
