Stop. Stop thinking of all the things that make you worry. You’re gazing at the backdrop of indigo mountains on a glimmering tangerine and pale blue sea. The sky is fading, a dull salmon pasted behind the slanting cliffs. The lights on the toy houses are coming on. Stop. The air is clear. The salt in the air stings your nostrils. Waves splash and water trickles somewhere beneath a rock. There are the distant conversations of languages you do not know. A soft laugh. The seagulls cry out above. I wish I knew how to fly. If I could, where would I go?….I think that I would stay right here.