The sound always travels like a tramp, stowed-away on the warm breeze, resting away until it reaches my ears. I know what to do when I hear it: I follow the siren song to its source and pretend I belong. Blend in, smile, howl at the moon, whatever’s necessary to remain perfectly anonymous yet somehow more perfectly me. And then I raise a tequila to my unknowing hosts and toast my happy place amongst them.

Sauza
Live a legend.