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 |    Online journal capturing the moment and the memory of moments. A meadow meditation. |
| Dominicalito It's late January and tourists and wannabe surfers have sought other beaches. Full summer. Yes, the multitudes have gone back north. Yes, roads are a bit dusty. Yes, but... Be thankful: that the buses run on weekdays when locals are busy, that it's a bit far from a busy airport, that high-end resorts haven't moved in... shh ...yet. Light tan sand invites a walk where crabs scurry and gulls hunt for who-knows-what and who-knows-what lurks in the black back-water puddles. Stick to the beach and wet the feet. Be careful of the sun. Leave footprints that are erased with each gentle wave. But be wary of riptides even in this non-surfer season. Never go in alone. If you surf? Come back in July. Winter's best. Summer's tranquil... if a bit dry. At least it's not March! There's still water for the drinks at the local bar. Still ice cold cola at the sodas back in Dominical. Grab a towel. Sit awhile. Enjoy the silence of summer. © Copyright 2020 Kåre Enga [178.186] (12.juli.2021)
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