It’s one of those places where you think you’re dead and gone to heaven and everything is going to be alright.
I’m only seeing an uninterrupted expanse of beach stretching between the horizons of Danang and Hoi An.
White sand to the surf. The water, it’s as calm as Hindu cows and warm like a bath. Sunlight filters through the water column all the way to the seabed. A fisherman comes out of the water in front of us. He’s clutching a dead sea snake which he stuffs into a bag.
Lunch is fresh fish in a restaurant that is open air and right off the beach.
The beach I’m on, it seems far enough removed from the rest of this shit world. I stop needing. Worrying. Wishing. Expecting more. Just being here is enough.