During the day, when trekking, this window is open. At night, when sleeping, this window remains open.
In Punta Del Este, there is always the sound of crashing waves in my hotel room.
In the morning a salt smelling breeze tickles my nose.
In the evening, exterior lights of taller and more sumptuous places light up the street, but they don’t have any better view than I do from this second floor crow’s nest.
There are scenes you see every day that become anchors holding you steady.
This open window, by the sea, has become, quickly, one of my anchors.