It was difficult to tell where the blue evening sky ended and the sea´s horizon began. The extremes struck me. Little more than a week ago I lay in the baja desert sand deserately trying to get my clutch to work. Now I sat in a polished aluminum chair cooled by a just barely sea breeze. I was told my old motorcycle was not fixable. Now the parts are due Friday. I´ve been so wet with sweat that my eyes burned from the salt. (An exciting story to be told another time.) Now I watch three young females across the patio, sitting like nymphs on the bank of the stream of Spanish that flows around me. In three days I leave this now familiar neighborhood and back to the familiar unknown. Sometimes I´m tired. Sometimes I´m shot. Sometimes I don´t know how more that I´ve got. Out of the darkness and into the light, If´m not wrong then I´m totally right.