el drugstore

red, blue, yellow, and gray, dancing into the palette of our one day in colonia, uruguay.
peace by the ocean, we spent our time together walking places and paths we had never been,
feeling an arctic cold on our skin such as never before, never to again.
children playing on sidewalks and then not,
the clammer of pots and pans disappear, their sounds leaving echoes waiting to be heard by the wind.
a place so dead yet full of life, hanging onto its twilight. only to be remembered by two sisters visiting for a moment.