Tonight was a miracle.
Dave and I sat on the world famous Ipanema beach, eating acai with granola and bananas. In every echo of our ears, there were the accented voices of vendors:
Queijo, queijo, queijjjjjjo coalho.
Limonada, mate, Globoooooos.
Hola Heineken. Longe neckeeeees.
Later, we met up with colleagues from Caminhoes Language School to play volleyball.
There we were, covered in sol and sand,
while the setting sun painted streaks of magenta stripes across the sky,
a sly hide-and-go-seek with Pedra da Gávea,
ocean rippling lava and light.
In the north sky,
lightning danced the illuminated story
of jagged exclamation points and question marks.
In our hands were Caipis,
beneath our toes brown sugar sand,
in our hearts joy.
And then, there, in the distance,
a whale meandered through the waves,
along the coast.
Arching and dipping,
a liquid serpentine volcano.
What is this life we are living?!
A life of wonder.