The dryness of the palm trees would swing freely in the breeze adding a tune that only nature could understand. With each gust of wind a new tune was played and it added the ambiance which was peaceful and yet full of life.
The white bleached sand reflected natures beaming sun as it bounced off the water and headed towards the blue sky above. The breeze was continuously whispering through the scattered palm trees. Birds hovered and then flew by landing between the breaks of the non-human environment. Strips of green and aqua ran through the white caps as they peaked like sails running on top of the waves, they looked like giant wheels coming from the past.
People gradually mixed with the sun and breeze, while off in the background ships could be seen heading toward this simple patch of paradise. While the sun continued filtering in-between the cool wind, generating natural affect of isolation. Looking down into the clear ocean bottom was yellow blended in with green and purple reflections.
At the same time whitecaps continued beating the shore of sand and rocks. Squalls of fine sand collected in small streams before settling down to cover the land and feeling like sandpaper. The breeze never ended and this kept the hot baking sun from becoming over bearing. On top of the white table, thin low spreading stubble green growth could be seen, but if you quickly looked, it was austere.
Timeless wisdom and advice on the art of living for today’s young and old: The art of thinking, the art of loving, the art of working, the art of leadership, the art of growing old.
A new translation by Sergio E. Serrano of this inspirationa
Timeless wisdom and advice on the art of living for today’s young and old: The art of thinking, the art of loving, the art of working, the art of leadership, the art of growing old.
A new translation by Sergio E. Serrano of this inspirationa
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