Cool plastic beneath my fingertips soothes skin baked by harsh sunlight all day.
The night air is fresh, a welcome relief from the glaring heat of mid-afternoon.
Purple clouds, dark bruises against the pale dusky sky, leave the only traces of a rose-red sunset.
Breezes flow like lustrous silk across sun-roughened skin as burnished gold plumerias weave their heady aroma throughout the air…
This is the quiet life
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