Take me back to Miami, back to golden caramel beaches and heat waves of desire. I want to feel my toes in the sand again and fall in love with the way my body moves on a hot night as I learn how to Bachata. Let my brown skin engage with the sun’s golden glow in a secret love affair that seems to be happening without my knowledge. I need to sweat as i weave in and out of art lined streets and buildings that have appeared in countless 70s flicks. I want it to be so hot that my only thought is that of the pristine water which my eyes know expand to endless unseen destinations. I want colors and liveliness and most of all, as always, I want to feel alive.