Half Moon Friday

Parted by the cobbled stones colonial brick patterned high, baby boomer's and fragile bones strolling under a watchful eye. The dizziness continues to bustle joined by beggars and thieves, marveling at the persistent hustle as the sun is setting to leave. Cultures meet on the la Calzada feet tapping to the drumming beat scouring down an enchilada escaping and lounging off their feet. Shadows form and dimly lit, pestered by hand carved craft, horses chomping on their bit slightest breeze provides a welcoming draft. Soaring temperatures start to subside, as people continue to stare, the small procession of a blushing bride her hopes for a future, laid bare. (A Friday night under a cresent moon on La Calzada, Granada, Nicaragua)