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Tropical Trek – Part 1

Please enjoy this repost while I enjoy a little R&R at the beach!


The dense tropical forest surrounded her. The calls of macaws echoed through the vines above. A lone hiker stopped along the trail, wiped the sweat from her brow, and sipped from her canteen.

She slipped the canteen back in her pack. That waterfall can’t be too far now, she thought to herself. She couldn’t wait to take a dip.

She listened for the sound of rushing waters, but was met only with rustling leaves and more birds. She picked up the pace after her rest, knowing it was not far now.

Ahead she spied a small man made bridge over a creek bed. It was small, but at last, a sign she was close. She continued on the trail.

She swiped her bare legs, flicking away a pest. Her shorts, cuffed, and tank, let her skin breathe in the humid climate. Her cropped hair was tucked into a boony which kept the sunlight off her freckled face.

She tugged on her tank to get a little air. It was hotter here than she expected and not much breeze found it’s way to the rainforest floor.

She rounded a bend of granite rocks and in the distance finally heard a rush of water. A slight coolness drifted across her face and she sighed in relief.

As she neared the waterfall, the stream became wider. She stopped a moment to feel the water; cool to the touch and refreshing. She splashed a little on her face.

Behind her, she heard the sound of leaves pushing against each other, like something moving between them. She stood up and looked over the area.

A toucan took flight and she smiled to herself. Silly girl! It’s just a bird, she scolded herself. She adjusted her pack and carried on.

Finally, the greenness on the trail gave way to flowering plants and a series of fairy pools being fed by a glorious waterfall. She had arrived at her destination.

She found a spot to enjoy the falls and set down her pack. She pulled out a small towel and took a seat, watching the water cascade over the rocks. The rock face was covered with flowering plants in yellow, pink, and white flowers. Their sweet aroma filled the air.

She rested back on her elbows and dipped her toe in the babbling water. Another round of brush swayed and made a bit of noise. She sat up and turned to see a monkey moving between the branches.

She heard how these cute creatures could easily steal your food, so she secured her pack as best she could. He didn’t seem interested as he climbed on and disappeared into the forest.

She decided to take a quick plunge in the large pool at the base of the falls. She looked around, and seeing no one, shimmied out of her shorts, then headed into the pool.

The water chilled her at first. Her skin was covered in goosebumps from the temperature of the pool. However, it was refreshing as she swam toward the falls. The sound of the falls grew louder, drowning out the sounds of the forest.

She looked back toward her pack and a few rocks over, saw some hikers and a rucksack. It surprised her as there was no one visible to her in the area. She scanned around trying to see if someone else was nearby, but saw no one.

Part of her thought was to go over there to check it out, but the water was so enticing, especially as the falls also splashed her from behind, she decided to stay put. She looked up to the sky and began floating on her back, drifting about the pool.

After a few minutes, she felt a tug in her shirt. Her eyes were closed, but she figured a stick or something had caught on her clothes, so she reached to clear it away. Then a hand grasped her wrist.

She opened her eyes in surprise. She looked over to see a man holding her arm. His mouth was moving, but his voice was muffled. She lifted up her head from the water.

“Are you okay?” the man repeated.

She looked at him groggily and shook her head. “Yes, just enjoying a float. Where did you come from?”

She looked him over and realized he was bare chested and quite handsome. His eyes, light blue with little flecks of grey and gold, danced in the sun’s rays. His face was thin with a three day shadow of golden blond/brown hair.

“I was behind the waterfall,” he breathed out as he realized he was still holding her wrist. He gently let go. “I just saw you laying there limp and was worried.”

She smiled and then shrugged. “I’m good. No damsel in distress. Thank you though.” She tilted her head a bit. “Hey, I have some snacks to enjoy, if you’d like to share?” She swore his face blushed a little.

He looked down to his hands and smiled, holding them up. “Yeah, I think I should get out. I’m shriveled up like a prune!” He showed her the deep grooves in his fingers.

She chuckled as she raised her hand, “Me too!”

…to be continued

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Bungalow

The turquoise water shimmered in the afternoon sun as the breeze picked up her sun kissed curls. Shades obscured her dark brown eyes. Her white cotton dress floated around her tanned body.

He watched her from the bed in their bungalow. This getaway was exactly what they needed after dealing with the chaos back home. He saw the lines disappear from her face these past weeks as her stress melted away.

She turned back toward him and smiled. Her bare feet glided across the decking and then onto the polished hardwood. Her soft steps drew his attention to the curve of her ankles and calves.

As he watched, he realized her hem lifted. She pulled her dress up and over her head. He snickered as he realized she had a swimsuit on.

She placed the dress on a chair, then motioned to him with a curve of her finger. “Let’s swim.”

He slid off the bed and adjusted the band of his trunks. The wood floor felt cool against his bare feet as he crossed the floor. “Sure I can’t convince you to do something else?” He twisted his head towards the bed.

She blushed, then grabbed his hand, pulling him outside. “Later,” she giggled. “I want to take a dunk.”

She led him around to the small private dunking pool next to the bungalow. He stood back, enjoying the view of her as she disappeared into the water, then climbed in to join her.

She slipped the straps of her bathing suit off her shoulder and shimmied in the water, then dropped the suit to the side of the pool. Slowly, a smile crept across his face.

Maybe later was sooner than he expected.

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Playa

The sand crunched underfoot.

Few shells lined the beach.

The sand here was not powdery soft, not white like home.

A wave rolled over her feet.

When the water retreated, sea foam coated her toes.

She looked around at the sun-faded pieces she could find, hoping to find at least one shell intact.

But she frowned when only pieces appeared, until a beautiful sand dollar revealed itself.

As the sun continued to warm her shoulders,

She looked up the beach from under her floppy brim.

Figures in the distance appeared like multi-colored lines with their reflections in the cocoa colored sand.

The water turned from muddy blue to sapphire as she looks out towards the West.

Days like this, they do not last. Enjoy them when they are here.

Thankfully the memories, they remain.

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Beach Dreamin’

Away I escape into the sun,

Seeking out happiness and fun.

Never mind the sprinkles, I like the rain,

Under a beach blanket, I’m truly insane.

Toes dig in to powdery soft sand,

And a tropical drink in my hand.

All of this would be full bliss,

If only it were topped off with your kiss.

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Beach Bound

Well, folks, I am beach bound! For the next week, I will be taking a well deserved break from work, and also trying to limit my screen time.

I will line up a series of reposts for the week to keep you entertained while I soak up sun, walk on the powdery white sands and listen to the waves of the turquoise waters off our coast.

Gratefully, Ian appears to have spared the gorgeous beaches on AMI. It easily could have looked like Sanibel, Pine Island and Fort Myers. Wishing all those neighbors to the south and across the state for a speedy recovery!!!

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Grandma

The green growth surrounded her. She happily plucked out the weeds and trimmed back the growth with her bent fingers snipping with the shears.

She lifted her short forearm to her forehead, wiping away a few beads of sweat. She scooted sideways in her wheeled chair and focused on the next section.

Her short body no longer moved with ease, but gardening brought her pleasure. As we walked up, she looked up and smiled. Her white hair tucked neatly into a net to keep it fresh after her visit to the salon.

She scooted over to her walker and stood up. She moved slow, her 90-plus years showed. But her humor was good. She waved us in the house, denying any offers of help.

Moments later, she joined us at the kitchen table, cluttered with various vegetables and treats. As usual, she offered up a piece of her famous chocolate cake. This was a chocolate cake that could not be denied.

She regaled us with a recent story, which she restarted several times over the next hour. Patiently, we smiled and laughed. No reason to make it awkward for her.

Soon, my aunt joined us and made sure grandma didn’t have too much in the way of sweets. We caught up a little more before departing.

These are the final moments I shared with my grandma. She’s always here, in my heart.

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Break

Dreaming of work…it’s a sign to take a break.

Head constantly pounding, what did I miss?

The piles of work grows higher,

While less and less seems to get done.

Teaching, and stressing, and learning myself.

It’s time to catch my breath, it’s time to rest.

Counting down to sand and surf and sunsets.

Just days away now. Hurray!

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Jax

Smoke floated upon the air. The smell of burning wood brought to mind cool fall nights, football games, and hot cocoa. She pulled her coat around her, inhaling his cologne that still lingered on her from his hug. A smile crept across her face.

Her suede boots crunched through the leaves. She turned down the side street and walked along the Williams Cemetery. Leaves blew about as the shadows grew long in the full moon.

She heard noise coming from behind the gates. A child cried in the distance.

Her mind told her that it couldn’t be; why would a child be in the graveyard at this time of night? But she couldn’t ignore the plea for help.

She lifted the metal bar holding the gate closed, and pulled open the heavy iron door. She stepped through and walked along the path.

She heard a squeal behind her then the click of the gate behind her. Startled, she spun around, but saw no one through the light and shadows.

The cry behind her beckoned once more. She cautiously walked across the field, weaving between headstones, until she arrived at a freshly dug grave.

She stopped as a chill went up her spin. A faint figure seemed to move in the distance. She rubbed her eyes, and the mirage disappeared as quickly as it came.

Something brushed up against her leg, startling her. She jumped and lost her footing, tripping on the pile of dirt and tumbling near the edge of the grave.

She escaped falling in, but her foot dangled over the edge. She then realized a small kitten was sitting near her. He approached her, brushing up against her once more and mewing aloud.

She laughed at herself. The baby crying was this little ball of fur. She scooped him up and buttoned up her jacket, giving him a safe place to warm up.

Soon she stood back up and returned to the gate. On the wind, she thought she heard a whisper. “Take care of my kitten, please.” She shook it off as her mind playing tricks.

She opened the gate and shut it behind her. She picked up the pace as she headed home. Her heels clicked faster until she was almost at a run. She clutched her new friend to her so he wouldn’t be afraid.

The front porch lights were a welcome sight. She slipped out of her boots and stepped inside. “I’m home!”

Her parents looked up and the sight of dismay gave way to relief.

“What’s wrong?” She looked at them perplexed.

“Little Suzy was killed tonight, the little girl up the street. She was looking for her kitten, Jax, when she was hit by a car.”

She paused and gasped. She fished the little kitten from her coat. A tear ran down her face. “I think I found him.”

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A Nice Surprise

He slid into the seat next to her and glanced her way. “So, you wanna drive?”

She lifted her hand to him. A black silk sleeping mask dangled from her index finger. “Yes, now put this on.” She giggled softly, “It’s a surprise.”

He plucked the mask and scoffed. “If I have to wear this, I’m going to get some shuteye.” He reclined his seat back as she revved the engine.

He could tell they were headed through the curves of the pass, but soon sleep took over. He lost track of time in his slumber.

The closing of the driver’s door startled him awake. She soon opened the door on his side of the car.

“Give me your hand, but don’t take off the mask just yet.”

He took in a deep breath. The air was cleaner here, fresher. She slipped her hand into his.

“Come this way.” She navigated him through a small maze of steps and turns.

He heard the snicker and an “awww” of a couple as they walked past. He heard her chuckle a bit, then the click of a door lock.

She led him through the door. “Now, give me a moment; don’t move.” She stepped away a moment.

He thought to peek and lifted his hand to his face.

“Unh-uh. Don’t spoil it!” She commanded.

He lowered his hand. “I had an itch!” He covered for himself.

She laughed and paused a few more moments. “Okay, go ahead.”

He lifted his veil and looked around. She stood in front of him with a grin. A plush sofa and chair sat in front of him. He knew he was in a hotel, but where?

He took a few steps into the adjoining room. A king bed awaited them. He turned around and stepped back into the little living room. “Where are we?”

She tilted her head towards sliding doors. A small balcony revealed what awaited outside.

He pulled the curtain back and took a look. Sun was setting, and it was quiet outside. He turned to her with a smile, then realized she had his trunks in her hand.

“Wanna go for a dip?”

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Howling Winds

A long night slowly crept by. Forced my focus away from the news. We knew what was coming, so I needed to alleviate anxiety.

Thankful to have power, so I sat and stitched. A blue and white quilt I decided to make. I pursed my lips and lost myself to the dancing needle, guiding it along the seams.

Mother kept obsessing on the storm; now I know where I get it from. I look up and smile, reassure her, then focus back on sewing. She doesn’t understand why I’m not absorbed like her, but I know I’m better off.

Finally I break from sewing to rest my eyes. The weather and news played on with warnings and updates. The winds picked up and then the final flicker. No more electricity.

Lit a candle and recline on the couch; too scared to sleep so close to the windows in our room. Listening to the whistle and howls was nerve wracking. Sleep came in fits and starts.

The morning broke; cool air and drizzles floated by. Now the winds were calm and I could finally get some real sleep.