Turquoise water.
Cloudless sky.
One hundred Fahrenheit.
I’m on the beach, soaking in the sun.
I lie down on the chaise lounge,
My body and my mind are completely at ease.
I have a book in my beach tote,
But I don’t feel like reading.
I am happy just to lie here for hours.
My skin is immune to sunburn,
I don’t mind the kiss of the sun.
I go into the water.
It’s warm and welcoming.
The bottom of the ocean feels like a soft blanket.
A crab bites my foot.
Sorry little fella,
I’ll get out of your way.
I swim away.
My favorite part of a tropical vacation is swimming into the vastness.
A fellow traveler warns me about the undertow,
But on this day the ocean is calm, peaceful, unthreatening.
I spend another good deal of hours in the water.
Give me a tropical beach, and I’m happy.
The sun on the shore of the Atlantic is all I want now.
I immortalize the beach on the camera.
I can’t help but take hundreds of pictures.
Way to brag on Instagram, hashtag #PerfectGetaway.
Hi, I’m Sunny, and I’m in love with the sun.
I never want to leave.
I would stay here forever.
I collect corals and shells from the bottom of the ocean.
The water is so clear that I spot them effortlessly.
I love listening to the songs of the ocean when I press a shell to my ear.
I get myself an impressive collection of oceanside souvenirs.
Will bring them home to decorate my living room.
Back home, I browse the photo album.
So long.
I go into my studio and start painting.
The beach is still in my head, the canvas comes to life.
The blue sky.
The turquoise water.
The white sand.
The perfect vacation.
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