This won’t be an ode. Not per the actual definition, anyways. I can’t form lyrics and poems are hard. Tribute below (culturally/grammatically flawed): I’ve been here for nearly a month. That is a long time. Certain people have endeared themselves to me. The views and the sounds are things I look forward to every day.
After about seven beers, you can go in the water. Before that, it is too cold. This morning, I tried. Like I said, too cold. The beer helped, though, because of the pee. … The water here is gorgeous. That cannot be said enough. It is a sharp blue that is unmistakably inviting. It is