white coral sand, wet black lava, tropical seas, the summery sky! every day seems a wonderful dream. we eat shave ice but not much ice cream. a secret beach seems such an idea! down a private road, (we asked the young guard for access, quickly granted) we were on our way. a narrow road on white coral sand, a gift from the bowels of many parrotfish, and we are grateful. a wonderful uncrowded beach. we carried on, to welcome shade beneath hot sunny skies. in black and white, feeling, no surprise.
Virgin Island this was a virgin island, rising from the caribbean sea, people on the mountain sides much like you and me. we saw a ship there, floating by the pier. the food ship's in our captain said, and strawberries! he cheered. we went up near the mountaintops. the weather turned so bad, so quickly. we almost felt the mountains quake. we carried on. there were, after all, other adventures.