It’s 5:54 in the afternoon. It’s one of my favorite parts of the day almost anywhere in the world, but most of all, anywhere near the sea.
I wish I could capture the feeling I have at this moment. The fresh, cool air gently combing my hair and sun-kissed skin, sand between my toes and under my finger nails and a hint of sunscreen that burns my right eye. Despite the small annoyance it brings me joy.
Although the backdrop is different today, the calm of the hour, the breeze and the setting sun are all the same.
Maybe it’s this special hour by the sea, the café con leche I have found myself drinking every day or the Spanish language being spoken around me – but it feels like home. I’m only missing the people I love.