Heat and Hope in Zih

by ZihuaRob ⌂ @, Zihuatanejo, México, Thursday, August 08, 2019, 13:45 (337 days ago)

It was a hot night. My media naranja and I spent part of the evening on our azotea watching ominous looking storm clouds get so close we could smell the petrichor, only to see them dissipate into nothing without a drop of rain to water our plants or cool down the neighborhood. Even after a couple of caballitos of tequila and enjoying the soulful sounds of Otis Redding, sleep was slow in coming due to the heat.

Around 3:30 a.m. after tending to the arrival of water in our tinacos, opening and closing valves so our renters would have the precious liquid upon their arrival in the mañana, I lay in bed trying to decide if my breath was actually cooler than the air the fan was blowing on me. All of a sudden I could hear a powerful engine and see flashing hazard lights coming up the street from the direction of the museum. It was a huge truck bringing 4 more pilings for the pier. It was like watching a rocket being towed in a military parade. These pilings are massive! But in a few brief moments it was all over, the street was deserted and town was quiet again except for the soft crashing of the waves, a sound that I LOVE.

Of course we had to go check out the pilings at sunrise, and this is what we found.

What a beautiful way to start the day!

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