Anjola
My eyes flinched openly feeling the warm dazzling heat. I instantly slammed them shut as the bright light blinded me momentarily. The air smelled different and my feet were killing me. Slowly, The memories eluding me returned and I got answer my own question. From afar, I could make out white salt spray crashing into the land and sending a relaxing gust of wind through the moving taxi. We were here. Florida, Miami. I turned in front of me to see Diablo who was conversing with the driver. A conversation I could not eavesdrop on because they were speaking Italian. My attention returned to the hollering tempestuous sea. It was alluring beautiful and the loud noise the water made when it crashed into land impacted in me a warm fuzzy feeling. I felt like the tiny spec of little children
