A cool breeze wafts pass, gently swaying the coconut branches overhead.
They sway from side to side as if to the melodic rhythm of a calypso.
Casting intricate shapes onto the crispy, crunchy sand that spreads on and on, tempting you
to make up stories of what each shape could be.
But you don’t, because you are too in tuned with the gentle sploosh of the waves breaking onto the shore.
The sky and the sea form one continuous stretch of blue.
The warm sun wraps around you like a cocoon.
Should you be concerned of a coconut finding its way onto your head? No, not even that chatty girl who is making her way over to you can break your peace.
Eyes slowly close and you thank God for these great beauty and for life.
This is my attempt at this the Red Writting Hood Prompt- Setting. Hope I did okay.