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we’re staying at the “beach garden hotel”. the hotel is oldish but wonderfully positioned. it’s placed between the mountains and the sea. the mountains are green and lush. they rise up from the jungle and are perfectly unsymmetrical. the sea is flat and greyish blue. it doesn't move but slowly ripples like a simmering pot. there are other hotels around. they all look nice and are all placed between the beach and the small waves. our hotel has a large blue pool surrounded by tropical trees. there is a path that leads to the beach. the beach is hot the sand is fine like granulated silk. i walk down there a sit. i like to look out at the sea and think about nothing at all. last night i went out there after supper. the sky was darkening and the sun was setting out to my right. a storm was coming in. a storm was surrounding me. the sky to my right and left was dark. the dark clouds stretched out into the ocean. faint traces of hard rain could be seen slanting backwards into the sea. it all looked frozen in time. i was in the middle of a horseshoe-shaped-storm. nothing was moving and i was at the heart of creation. i sat there looking out at the storm slowly move. it started to drizzle but i didn't mind. everything's warm here. every rain's a late summer rain. the lights began to dim on the horizon. the sun faded behind the water as the earth spun. there were lights on the horizon. the lights looked like distant green lanterns blurred by the fog. they covered the entire horizon. a fleet of boats. who knows if they were moving or not. i couldn't see them move and watched them for a good hour.

the scene was surreal: the storm had moved out to see on either side of me. i received only slight drizzle. the sky above me was dotted with stars. the boats on the horizon created a green string of faint lights. i sat on the granulated silk and thanked creation and my mother earth for everything she gracefully blessed me with.