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my favorite tropical destination was the tropical punch asile in the store

Yah, I am just trying to live vicariously through others because for the next week I am stuck in Alaska..Ice, snow, cold..rainy frozen crap..

I stood on the beach in Florida, St. George's Island, and waited for the sun to set.. This was my first "White sand, aqua water, clear sky, ocean side" experience. As the sun began to fall to the horizon, I could see the sky turning a pale pink, and the ocean relfected the fading light as an orange glow. The waves were constant,yet gentle as they rolled across my feet. The sand beneath my feet was washed away when the water retreated. The wind was reassuring me that nothing mattered here. For the first time in my life, my soul smiled.

Dream Stains

To the right, just above the foaming crest of the relentless waves,
About a hundred feet of pure, white sand

Down along the Florida Coastline,
There is a hotel on the beach.
Just beyond the hotel waited the ocean with its blue and green,
And the most beautiful beach that I had ever seen.
Peach, Teal, Yellow and Sky Blue,
Each room with its own color.
Nothing was stirring about,
Nobody was there.
A knock at the door yielded no answer.
A peek in a window caused a tear to flow,
As through that front window, I could see the ocean below.

There was no roof, and no back walls.
The perfect little seaside hotel was only stalls

A comfy night for the surf, pushed by wind, didn’t use the door
But let itself in.

A view from the back, where the fury had hit,
Where things were before, they still sit.

Couches and chairs, tossed about, this storm must have been very stout.

The dreams of the owner had faded into the ocean like water colors,
Blending together and being washed away forever.

A quick, yet methodic turn to see the beach left me in complete awe.
The beach was intact, with no litter or reason for alarm.

The waves still rolled gently to and fro, masking the outburst of sorrow.
The gentle wind was hiding its angry potential, and caressing my face as does the memory of a first love.
I was not fooled by the seduction of the beautiful tragedy that had drawn me
To that hotel. A single line of sight took me through the magnificent window, past the horrific destruction, and on to the beauty of the sea below. I wept for lost dreams, and smiled for new beginnings

David Grote 2008