The Beryl Stairs ©ped 3b Cabo Morado, Nicoya, Costa Rica The middle afternoon wind grew with the climbing sun, and the dark chop of the ever-pressing, scrambling ocean turned from murky indigo to teal coffee as mossy tubes of briny glass peeled over the marzipan sand, foaming, crackling, and relenting under the porous curtain of crushed shells. A cargo ship, bound for stops in Tambor and Puntarenas, hovered on the horizon like an iron birdhouse, still against all casual glances.
Emeline Can't Escape an Invasion of Love
Emeline Can't Escape an Invasion of Love
Emeline Can't Escape an Invasion of Love
The Beryl Stairs ©ped 3b Cabo Morado, Nicoya, Costa Rica The middle afternoon wind grew with the climbing sun, and the dark chop of the ever-pressing, scrambling ocean turned from murky indigo to teal coffee as mossy tubes of briny glass peeled over the marzipan sand, foaming, crackling, and relenting under the porous curtain of crushed shells. A cargo ship, bound for stops in Tambor and Puntarenas, hovered on the horizon like an iron birdhouse, still against all casual glances.