As a child, I saw the deep blue ocean, its vastness stretching beyond my young imagination. I felt the sand beneath my feet, warm and comforting, as if nature itself was embracing me.

I watched the white-capped waves dancing, like crabs upon the beach, their rhythm hypnotic and soothing. I grew up and fell in love in the redwood forest, seduced by the sunlight which filtered in, but the climbing vines and deep-set shadows made me feel it was a sin.

I climbed a mount in Congonhas city, touched the shining, silver clouds, feeling the weight of the world lift from my shoulders. I gazed down on lonely people, lost hopelessly within their crowds, their struggles and pain etched on their faces.

Yes, I felt the glow of the desert, its warmth and beauty arming me from hearts so cold. I searched for ancient reminders of who I am and where I belong, seeking solace in the history and wisdom of the land.

Now, much older, and a bit weary, with a smile still on my face, I look into the hazy distance and pray for a healed world, for a new and better place. I carry the memories of my childhood and the lessons of my travels, hoping to make a difference in this world, to leave it better than I found it.

© Beatriz Esmer