More sensation than memory…
Waking in the creeping heat of another island day, the lazy fans whirring above, the crisp white sheets tangled below.
The perfection of chia, coconut, mango.
Bula, bula! – and the sing-song announcements after the drum – haaapppy hour, haaapppy hour!
The books on the beach.
The early morning runs to the top of it all.
The stickiness of sunscreen, sand, ice-cream, bug spray, salt, sunscreen again.
The shouts of joy from the beach, the hammocks, the pool, the ocean.
The sports and bursts of activity and then nothing, nothing at all.
The constant quest for coconuts shaken down from palms.
Friendship bracelets and shell necklaces and hibiscus behind ears.
The vibrancy of the starfish, angelfish, rainbow fish, all the fish.
The thrill of the reef sharks.
The chill of that one shocking yellow and black sea snake, tiny and malevolent as it thrashes at the unexpected surface of the water.
The snap of a sail as it catches and flies along the surface of the water, the ocean clear, clear, clear all the way to the bottom.
Bug bites and jellyfish stings.
Linen shirts over swimsuits over sun-kissed skin.
The particular sound of a paddle slicing through the sea.
The flash of the fish around your feet.
The scuttling of the crabs over the seawall at dusk.
The late afternoon showers and dressing for dinner.
The beach bonfires and torches lit.
The pen-pal promises.
The ukuleles, drums, guitars, singing.
The way you watch everyone’s kids and everyone watches yours.
The generosity –
“can you…” “try this…” “take it…” “do you want…”
The G&Ts with new friends on verandahs.
The expansion of the group as if a natural force, as if nothing is too hard.
The magic of living life the way it’s meant to be lived.
The Judd Crew 
Love your writing ! Sounds delicious ! Summer
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