My not so secret love affair with the Beach

Sea, Sun, Waves, Lounging, drinking a rum punch.

Reflecting, relaxing, peaceful, easiness, love, hope.

A true Caribbean girl, nature lover, bring a box of wine and lie on the sand.

Umbrella over my head and in my coconut drink.

Waves crashing, erasing the pain of the day, PEACE.

Toes in the sand, salt on my body, slight cool sea breeze blowing.

Scent of sea salt, of the fishes and other marine life.

Feel of the sand between my toes, touch of the water caressing my body, slight shiver and sigh of utmost pleasure.

Je T'aime la mer.

Nature island

"What else is there to do?" she pondered in a most annoyed voice. Its Sunday, the Lords day, the day Christopher Columbus discovered ( oh so it says in the history books, but that another story for another Sunday), the island of Dominica. The nature island of the Caribbean.  A land with 365 rivers ( so it has been recorded, have they ever been counted, again another story for another Sunday), should I visit one of the 365 or one of the black sandy beaches.

The beach it is. It was always going to be the beach ( who am I kidding really). Suddenly, with this writing I am not so annoyed anymore. Maybe it is true that writing soothes the soul. Time will tell.

To a black sandy beach it is, on this hot afternoon.