Tranquility is hard to explain. Perhaps its better that way.

GO HOME...

 

 

 

 

 

   

 

 

 

 

A gentle breeze rustling through calico curtains.

The faint whir of an emerald doctor bird peeping into your window.

The smell of fresh tropical flowers, cedar and Blue Mountain Coffee.

The sound of waves and a hint of salt in the fresh island air.

But then you wake up

 

...and nothing has changed.