Fiji Time

She reclines back on the deckchair, legs crossed at the ankles, sarong parted just above the knees as the sun warms her skin.

Her ears are drawn to the softly rolling surf causing her to turn toward the ocean and watch as it gently foams its way across glassy sand only to get drawn back into itself.

Palm shadows overhead, make room for light beams as they dance across her cheek. A gentle breath of wind carrying with it, the scent of sea spray and warmed frangipani petals persuade her eyelids to lower.

“I should get back to it,” She thinks to herself.

Then remembers, “I’m on Fiji Time”.

...and smiles.

Fiji Time