The Peacock 1539

Here we are crossing Marine Drive, and now Jesús has taken the lead. I want to coax him to turn right towards Spanish Banks but he is resolutely taking me in the opposite direction. This can only mean one thing. Still not talking we are on the narrow trail between the beaches, then crossing over rocks, some driftwood, a stream running down from the overhead forest, and now across more rocks and onto the sand, and there, lying on his back in the sun, leaving nothing to the imagination, a fully naked young man, slender, snoozing in the open air...