Author's note: Years ago a country singer named Eddie Raven came up with a sad song about lost love and Mexico that I have always liked. This story is inspired by that song. Can't describe what genre it belongs to, but its something I have been playing with for a long time. Listen to the You Tube video at the bottom.
The rain falling on my head and the breeze cutting through my soaked clothes was a welcome relief to the storm I had just navigated my sailboat through to safety. The two giant granite pillars, relics from some past geologic age, sticking up from the depths of the Pacific ocean largely shielded the small cove where my boat now rested reducing the tempest that still raged on the other side to a whisper. Only a near miraculous lull in the storm had allowed me to spot the two outcroppings before crashing into one of them. I was able then to redline the diesel engine and get us behind the pillars before the storm renewed its fury. Once in the cove and floating in its calm waters the old cement dock that stretched out from gravel beach was a very beautiful sight. Despite my exhaustion, I came alongside the pier and joyfully brought her to rest.