Beach Sunset, Your Island Escape

All white on a quiet beach, sunset behind me, sand warm under my feet. This is the kind of afternoon people save all year for. For me it is just Tuesday.

The flight was a gift. The hotel was a gift. The dinner tonight will also be a gift. I am starting to get used to this rhythm, and I am not going to apologize for it.

I walked the beach for over an hour before the sun went down. Took photos, did not talk to anyone, just enjoyed having all this space to myself. It felt expensive, and it was.

If you want me to keep sending you postcards like this, keep the island fund topped up. I will keep finding beaches, you keep finding the room rate.