Journal Entry 2

Wednesday night, 10 pm.
I sit on a plastic green chair, full
moon above and
mountains not too far away.

Hours on the beach,

white sand by

the balcony of our
over-priced hotel

smoking a marlboro,
drinking prosecco.

an empty

bottle to my left, an empty

glass.

The sun just set

and I can barely see the ocean

just a few yards away.