A moment of perfect stillness punctuated by the booming
rumble of surf on the reef. The sun melts into the horizon, throwing rusty pink
reflections at the coconut palms, shooting tendrils of vermillion, gold, neon
pink and violet, that guild the sober clouds, creating a shadow-play in the
sky. Framed by ironwoods, their delicate needle-like leaves softly shed, carpeting
the white-sand underfoot. Solitary rocks jut from the glassy lagoon, like petulant
beasts. A quiet peace reigns that never fails to uplift my spirit.
