The ship is almost entirely enveloped by the mountains in the bay. They’re small but close. In the daytime, it’s a gorgeous landscape. At night, it’s like being surrounded by a halo. The only way you can differentiate the black ground from the black sky is by the blanket of sequins someone draped across the … Continue reading Nighttime in Acapulco
There's something romantic about riding on trains, more so than there is about flying.
Standing at the threshold of worlds