Postcards from Uruguay is an adaptation from the Blog prompt for my Santa Monica College students of English 57, Latin American Literature.

Liam stared at Brook—their shape was blurred by his teary eyes. Amber light filtered through the treetops of Sequoias and Redwoods.

Awareness opens our eyes to see, to gain access, and once we cross the threshold, we reach agency. And that is too, what brings awe.

She wore pink stilettos. Her steps towards the stage were sensual, following the cry of mating, the howling of Beck’s guitar.