Two Eyes Cenote grey dawn light

And she did, obedient under instruction.

There was so much to see! Some things felt familiar in unspoken ways and others were brand new. The whole thing was intoxicating. By the end of it all she was practically drunk! Maybe literally, maybe not so literally. Regardless.

A warm stone supported her as she leaned against it, held tilted back as if she might dare to sing again.

Am welcomed?

She had the want to return, but not if she would not be welcomed.

Or maybe she was willing to keep giving bits of herself for glimpses into paradise.