This past weekend I took a trip south to Ensenada Mexico and it was a beautiful scenic drive down the Baja Californian coast. It has been 15 years since I was last able to visit the country in which I was born and even more still since I made a trip along this part of the coast. As I witnessed the setting sun illuminate the sea with gold light and paint the mountains in red I thought about how much I have changed since I was last there. I was a young girl and now I am a 30 year old woman. I look at this body of water where the concept of borders is simply an impossibility and I my first instinct is to think it unchanged. But that’s not true, the coastline has changed. The buildings along the coast used to be sparse. Now, across large stretches I see the sprouting of construction, all in varied states of progress. Some buildings that were never finished, left with gaping holes showing rusting innards of steel. The sea air has already started to consume them. Here and there are boulders that have fallen from the seaside cliffs. All this time, the sea has not stopped its process of erosion. It’s changed though in ways more imperceptive than my own. Of course my change is more pronounced, it is a finite amount of time that i’ll inhabit this world. But the sea has been here since times inmemorial. I feel humbled as the sun finally vanishes and the sea withdraws into darkness.