Three O'clock in the Morning

I love the sea, striped eggplants, wind clouds and hazy blue skies, wooden beams, wicker chairs, concord grapes, olive tree trunks, bitter oranges, red ceramic mugs, plastered walls, topographic maps, dim ceiling lights, eight pointed star tiles in the floor, soft sheets and woven curtains, the way that spanish men cross their legs, red wine and pears, mountain hawks, moon river, bushes of rosemary, and sunday mornings.

The beach was rocky and the sand was black, I love the way the sun makes your back hot and the water sizzles your skin.
In the evening, we listened to Spanish folk songs and when an older man spoke Spanish, then German, English and French, we asked where he was from, and a woman answered, "Ah, Le Monde."

I love mysteries and marmelade for breakfast.