Grand Stirrup Cay, Bahamas
I am lying in a hammock, drifting sleepily along in the realm between waking and sleep. A light wind rustles through the leaves above me and swirls around playing with my hair, while the dappled sunlight falls on my feet warming them. I am rocking gently with the breeze and I can hear the rush of the ocean beating on the shore, like the sound of an old man breathing. The gulls are circling in the sky giving off an occasional cry and I can smell the sea salt in t...