Honduras

The beaches of Honduras spread out before her like a lover's thighs. The horizon rolls away in careless, lethargic waves as she kneads sensual shapes in the crystalline sand, searching vacant shells for treasure. A dull roar washes through the back door of perception, coming on and receding and breaking away. The immensity strikes her and she chokes, suddenly panicked and desperate, plummeting claws-out to the depths of the magnitude. Everything she knew to be true running through her fingers, pouring faster and faster the tighter she grasps. She kicks and inhales and the salt chafes drowning lungs, burning paradoxically from a watery inside. Her last concept of reality whirls away with the crashing tides.