Folding laundry under the stars

A thread seems to be emerging from my posts and it has to do with the world around me. Like I said in my previous post - or, perhaps, implied - the surrounding landscape continues to amaze me and transforms the ordinary moments of my life in Baja into something extraordinary or, at the very least, something that doesn't suck.

Take, for example, this evening. 

I got home early from work and walked down to the beach for a little exercise. More than most days, todays' sunset was taken out of a 19th century painting: an orange sunset and a blue sky speckled with a few gray clouds tinged with pink from the sun. At one point, a sliver of the moon became visible, putting the entire scene beyond description. 

I alternately walked and ran down the beach. A beach, I might add, where no one could be seen for miles. 

I came home to find my friends who were eager to return to a taqueria (taco house) in town they found last week. La Poblana makes damn good tacos. In an open-air taco shack, we feasted on homemade corn tortillas with carne asada and pastor. All on a balmy night.  Good food, good friends, good feeling.

When we returned, I realized that I had not taken down the laundry that I had hung several hours earlier. It was 10pm, but it was such an incredible night and it was a perfect excuse to be outside. The stars were out and the Milky Way was visible.  

The beauty. The silence. The gentle breeze.The folding of towels.  

How do you emotionally respond when you are performing the necessary, mundane things in your life and you find yourself below a sparking sky? It's an odd moment, to say the least, especially when you are able recognize the humor of it all. And its beauty.