There’s an island I feel in my dreams. A safe current with abundant sun, providing energy without resistance. An open front door offers promise. A bouquet of flowers sits on a hallway table; circling white fans refresh incoming ocean breezes. White sands encourage me and waves orchestrate a welcome. I walk into the water as … More THIS PLACE
There’s an island I feel in my dreams. A safe current with abundant sun, providing energy without resistance. An open front door offers promise. A bouquet of flowers sits on a hallway table; circling white fans refresh incoming ocean breezes. White sands encourage me and waves orchestrate a welcome. I walk into the water as … More THIS PLACE
Trade winds rustled palm frontons like fingernails scratching sandpaper. Waves with no intention of leaving roll onto forever white sand, quickly reforming for the next round. Midday’s warmth builds into layered heat. Shade is gold as the coolness circles the skin, refreshing like a shower of air. Emerald green water continues to fold over on … More THE ISLAND
The flavor of evening circled the island, holding ancient rocks within faint gray mists, as ominous shadows pressed silently onto waters smooth face. A timid quiet descended, pushing out the undersurface of day in retreat. The occasional random sounds from creatures moving about, makes little impact to the surroundings as night becomes … More THE ISLAND
Roger Singer 