We laid out on a blue blanket under a patchwork quilting of stars. We had found our way there through the darkness, guided only by the strings of a melody. It had danced up beside us, tapped us on each shoulder, and then floated away on the wings of a sweet salty breeze. My head felt heavy in the sand, full of the challenges and discomfort of what would be required next. But my heart stretched up toward heaven unafraid. Reeling in the possibility of what could be. Of...What If.
We were the last to arrive that night on the beach. And songs had already been sung. While melodies turned into harmonies, we had been camped out in the lobby on the phone with airlines and hotel reservation desks getting our flights changed. We had been set to leave early the next morning, but that would require us missing the last few hours of what we were there for. And I guess we just never counted on how much these three days on the beaches of Mexico would change us. Challenge us. Connect us forever. And when you feel that much a part of something, you just have to stay and see it through.
I pressed my shoulders into the sun-fired sand and felt the warmth rising all around me from the ground up. But somehow the laughter on the breeze of a group of strangers turned friends felt even warmer. And lying there in the darkness surrounded by the collective promise of boundless possibility, I could swear that even the stars themselves bowed in humbled reverence to a light on the beach... they knew shined brighter.