I dream of a beach

Itacaré, Bahia, Brasil

I dream of a beach; it’s my beach.

My beach is deserted, no one knows about it; it’s a secret. My beach is completely calm and silent apart from the gentle whispering wind. My beach is a place where I can relax on my sunlounger without being disturbed or distracted.

On my beach, the sun is always shining, always smiling. The sun makes the sea glisten and twinkle as if stars are caught in it, makes the white sands sparkle like diamonds, makes life seem happy.

Behind where I lie is a row of palm trees; tall and slender, leaves rustling slightly in the gentle breeze. The palm trees are my soldiers, my guardians, keeping me safe on my beach, secure from prying eyes; protected.

As I look up, through the palms, I can see the sky.