“Do it again,” the kids yell. They crowd around as my husband leans over the side of the dock and traces his hand through the water. Flashes of green spark in the water. We all bend toward the water and splash our fingers, making trails of color in the dark. “Bioluminescence,” my husband says and…
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Birds
White birds congregate in the fields. We pass them often these days. They’ve come from Russia to winter over, and feed in the fallow fields near my home . Tundra swans. Trumpeter swans. Snow geese. The Trumpeter swans are big and white with long curved necks. The geese are smaller but just as white with…
La Ruta Maya
The day is hot and dusty when the bus from Cancun drops us. We get off at the wrong stop and bicker about the mile or so walk we have to get to Tulum. In the midday heat our backpacks feel stone heavy and we quickly languish. I am the first to stick out my…
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