Boquete, Panama (January 2013)

I'm sitting on a big rock by the river. The wind is a strong steady force that whistles through the trees and carries my hair and thoughts in all directions. The sun beats gently onto my back like the softest drum in the distance. Clouds race past in a hurry to cross the sky, constantly heading to nowhere in particular. All is loud and peaceful at once, this town may do with us what it will. We are not here to tell the wind which way to blow. I pray only that we are carried safely upon its tail. Le vent nous portera...ahora y siempre