Darkness envelopes you. You squat behind the hedge in great anticipation (and no, not with Susie, the neighbor girl -- that's a different story). You hear footsteps. A flash of light. Then it's brightness falls on you. You're caught! (Now, aren't you glad this memory doesn't involve Susie?)
This Kokopelli tropical harkens back to warm summer nights and a neighborhood game of flashlight tag. This was a simpler, easier time when your biggest care in the world was catching your little brother slinking around a corner of the house. Such memories help keep your inner Mad Gringo at bay, particularly when accompanied by a beach and something made with tequila.