Chapter 222

• Sitting on the beach under an umbrella is more therapeutic than I had ever imagined. My flight had landed fine, and after checking into my resort, I had gone down to the beach. That was yesterday. I made the migration to my hut for dinner, too much of the liquor cabinet, and then bed. This morning, I had some coffee, a light pastry breakfast, and came right back here, to the beach.
• Some friends of mine used to always post pictures on Facebook, of some lounge chairs next to the blue water, and a white sand beach. I used to see those, and think, 'Yeah, that would be nice.' Sitting here, now, I knew that those pictures could never do justice to the peace that I felt.
• There was a nice warm breeze, and it was a perfect 83 degrees out. The place I had chosen was a semi-private beach area, so all the public beach goers were much further down from me. I could see the little dots of people from afar, but they wouldn't be interrupting my calm. The waves were small but constant, with a very occasional larger wave that would just get high enough to crest. The white plume of spray from those waves made a wonderful splashing sound.