San Montano bay

When I arrive, a few are resting, staring at San Montano Bay. After the drive from Piazza Santa Restituta, I imitate them. It feels like opening a refrigerator loaded with tradition. The headlands of Zaro and Monte Vico form a crescent that holds stories.
Beginning with the journeys of hope that exotic plants from Australia, the Orient and Africa had to go through to help create Negombo Park. Walking away. The paused cicadas decide to clear their voices, again.