You slip on your bathing suit, wrap yourself in sunblock, grab your coolest shades and towel and step through the open door, through the fragrant bougainvillea climbing the wall and into the morning heat.
The scent of salt still hangs in the last of the dawn air; the hushed waves lap the wet sand. All is calm, all is quiet. The only sound is your bare feet squishing against your flip flops as you clip clap across the cobbles and the cool morning sand to your sun lounger. No more worries. That tan you’ve hankered for is hours away.
Now close your eyes, feel that sun, feel that warmth and relax … drift away to the rhythm of the waves and the call of the birds.