Midday Collapse

Baja, Mexico

A man draped across a hammock like a fallen clock hand, time slipping sideways. Denim dusted with sand, boots still on, hat pulled low to keep the world out. One arm surrenders to gravity, fingers grazing the earth as if to remind himself he’s still here. The light is harsh, unforgiving — midday sun bleaching the moment down to bone and shadow. Rest not as luxury, but as necessity. A quiet rebellion against motion. A pause where the body finally wins.