Did you ever meet someone you were sure you already knew
My how life taking trips was always to see someone
There are cooks and artists in the kitchens
Artists bring you back
They don't seem to recognize each other
The heat is what I miss the most
No concern for the weather
Not a topic of any concern
Where I come from it is almost all we talk about
If you don't like the weather it will change
The heat not interested
No bad days in Sayulita
The heat grabs hold of you
Olympic epic sweating
Everywhere I go here is cold
I miss the heat being held
Every single interaction positive
Showered down and cleansed my soul
Was never one much for heat
First to say it is easier to get warm
Traveling light I could have travelled lighter still
Not a single forecast other than for the waves
Never really knew the temperature but not below 80 18 days
Brought little rain with me
Absent seven months
It is a special type of life that thrives here
Despite every obstacle and speed bump
Love speed bumps in Mexico wave motif I guess
There is a rhythm to cross the road
Not a first time feel something words fail to describe
A place of color
A place that feels like home
A place of white such a contrast
A place better organized
A place that feels like a fortress
Whatever was going on I felt warm
With other foreigners in the combi the AC engaged
Without the window open
Was a long time for me not to drive
Hunted by waves from Singapore in Mexico
I miss the heat
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