Shapes
There was a fountain in the shape of a heart
With strung lights above mimicking it’s form. Birds of paradise in the tree above. They were as talkative as they were colorful - paradise, it turns out, is loud.
There were waves in the shape of triangles.
But soft ones, like a kindergartener would draw with an unsharpened pencil. I jumped to clear the wave crests in water so warm I was comfortable in a swimsuit. I watched other people ride those wave-triangles all the way to shore.
There was a circle of salt dried on my sunglasses.
And right below there was tightness in my cheeks from too much time in the sun. That same sun that I watched gently remove itself from the last day of the year, it’s light being lifted and set down by each of those almost-triangular waves.
There was a volcano in the shape of a cone.
It made it’s own weather so we never saw the top except for pictures hanging in the restaurant. Lenticular clouds and pressure systems and meteorologic science added up to a smoothness in the cloud texture like a scarf that wrapped around the mountain’s shoulders. I felt a stronger pull to the parts of the mountain I hadn’t yet seen. Kept looking up to see if this was the moment.
It wasn’t, but that’s alright. All those shapes added up to the curved half moon of a smile.
Inspired by events in La Fortuna & Tamarindo, Costa Rica.