car1ita

. Dilate. My girlfriend and I are lying on a rug on some distant beach; we're cuddled up under a thick Guatemalan blanket. There is a fire roaring just in front of us, our bellies full of home cooked bread and freshly caught fish. Around us there is only the slightest of breezes, just enough to make skin feel alive. The beach itself stretches beyond view in both directions, like wings spreading from the body of us. We're lent against a mound of sand we have built up as a back and behind it begins the first few clumps of dune grass - almost like a heartbeat before the dunes themselves bleed clumps into each other, atrophy out over the land