costa rica. just had a wave of costa. oh it was so lovely there. the sand, the sun, the sea. i think i could live all my days in that sweet spot of being warm. the perfect warmth, not to sweaty, not to clammy. it puts me to sleep like a child, helpless when being rocked by mama. mama singing a lullaby. the sun is my mama, rocking me, gently, whispering sweet nothings, or sweet somethings into my ear. somethings as in the biggest stuff i need to hear and should believe. i love you, i am proud of you, i accept you, you are worthy, you are liked, you are special, you are whole, you are beautiful, you are perfect. thank-you mama sunshine for your sweet sweet somethings.