Game-face / Tical / Guatemala

Cross-Legged.
Perched on worn stone.  Concrete ruins.
Right angled pyramids steps & tombs.
Scaffolding everywhere.
About 4:30 AM.
In Tical, Guatemala.
That moment when even in a group of friends you’re quite alone.
Quite pleasantly silent around each other.
This was the five minutes of mystery.
Before the sun.
Reminds us.
Of the present.