This entry consists of pictures taken on the two mornings when we watched the sun come up on Cozumel. Brooke took us to some sort of park where we were the only ones there: it was perfect. There was an open-air bar, closed of course, but with lots of chairs for us to sit in and ponder. Brooke said there's no electricity there, so they use a generator at the bar for their electrical needs.
I have seen many lovely sunrises in my life, but there was something about it being "just us" together, dwarfed by the vastness of the ocean, that was truly unforgettable.
|My daughter, Rachel, was celebrating five years cancer free.|
There was a swing, one that I could actually use without pain! These days when everything has to be so safe, swing seats are usually a piece of rubber or plastic, so if the seat hits somebody in the head it won't hurt them. Maybe those work for children, or anyone with a smaller rear end than mine, but my butt needs a solid board to sit on when I swing; this one had it! What a wonderful feeling of freedom, swinging at the ocean's edge. Words don't describe it.
|Can you see me?|