gulls soaring gracefully in the air can be heard. I don my usual island gear: swimsuit, flip-flops, sunglasses,
and the all important sun-block, and I casually stroll through village making my way to the soothing sounds of
the ocean. I peer through the sea oats and look at the gentle crashing waves; ah, the sweet smell of Mother
Ocean. I see a couple walking toward the north on the beach, as they hold hands and splash in the shallow
wake of the receding waves. What a piece of paradise, I think to myself; I will just find a comfortable spot and
watch all the beautiful people play.
I make my way to a vacant love seat on the beach, and the linen sheet that is draped
across the top of the chair is just enough shade to keep from getting too much sun. As I stretch out on the large
comfortable cushion, the sea breeze is causing the linen sheet flow in the wind, and the breeze feels so
refreshing. It is Thursday morning, and my time at Columbus Isle is drawing nearer to the end. I only have two
full days left, and I intend to squeeze every ounce of fun out these last two days. Up until the point, this trip has
been phenomenal, and each time I let my brain think about departing, I become depressed, so for the rest of
my trip I am not thinking about leaving until I have to climb aboard that bus.