Elegy

The single mosquito and I enjoy this midnight quiet here at Playa del Sol.

It's not pure quiet though. There is an organ-based disco tune playing underneath the unmanned palapa bar behind me. The sea breaks at intervals upon the darkened shore. And, my mind races.

Not quite pure quiet.

I am full, now, of so many wishes for so many things long past. Elegy.

There is a beauty in elegy; it just happens to be painful.