Heaven. It is, really. The humid silence that clings to my arms and the back of my legs. The tickling of a breeze against my face. This is how it is and how it should be, for now, for always: Pura vida.
Heaven. It is, really. The humid silence that clings to my arms and the back of my legs. The tickling of a breeze against my face. This is how it is and how it should be, for now, for always: Pura vida.