Sweet Paradise

I laid my head on the sand, closed my eyes, and took a deep breath in. My hair was tangled from the swirl of the salty ocean. My freckled skin tingled as the cool air brushed over me.

A pale grey fog darkened the mauve sky. It had just rained.

I always loved the rain. There is something so romantic about it - the smell, the taste, the way it washes your soul clean. As little droplets ran down my face, like beautiful, glistening beads, I felt pure. The tropical air was sweet and intoxicating, like the scent of frangipani flowers. Magnificent birds sang melodies in the trees.

This is the last memory of true joy that I can remember. Alone on a moody beach, consumed by the wildness of Mother Nature, lost in my own sweet paradise. What I would give to be stuck in that memory forever, with no cares in the world. Nothing but the sea, the sand, and the rain.

I often dream of being in the movies and living the kind of life where everything would turn out perfectly. I think this was the closest I ever got.