So, walking in Lima is a gift I give myself. I get to spend 1 to 2 glorious hours walking on the cliffs overlooking water that stretches into the infinite visual of the Pacific. I thought about it as I took my two hour walk today. Contemplating my life, contemplating living on the Pacific and being from a city I adore that could not be further from the water — Kansas City.

I think about all the people who are out perusing the Malecón. The kids with their bikes, the adolescents who are making out in weird hushed moments, the older folks who move so very slowly and who are breathing in and out. I think about the way human life stretches into the infinite, and how surfers take on (and even seek out) this edge. I am grateful for these ongoing edges in life. The edges I get to experience, that I am privlidged to recognize and take on, and the fact that I live right there in the middle of all of it.