Latch
Approach questionably, a worthy step upon frigid porcelain, cools the blood in a water bubble climate. Clay walls trap sound like a laser beam inside a glass box. Indoors, artwork fills the walls with emotion only fine-grained earth could resist, but hold. A square oven cooking memories, air whisks about the home entering through windows made of translucent clear colour dynamics.
Impenetrable, the structure wards off heat, a technology as old as the term itself.
A step into the full experience – Whistling palm trees, screeching tires, periodic booms, ultra sunlight beams. Another step, a deeper presence – Moisture haze, bartered transactions, heat vibrations, a tropical glaze.
A culture flourishes in agony, through a monetary uplift. A stranger uses paper and temporary status to dictate their need for an actual status. Material compartmentalization.
But splendour is found! She purchases respect through a transaction involving no new possession at all. Where assistance through item denial is as beautiful, if genuine, as a whale and her calf seen inshore, soaking up attention like sun to skin. A twinkle and a smile is exchanged.
As the hot sun sets into cool waters, the streets light up like the freshly shaded desert floor. Activity wanders, experiencing an embrace etched into verbal eloquence.
Now, let me eat salsa and guacamole the way I was meant to. Tequila, no lime, no salt. I want to taste you, and I have.
