The evening sun loves her throat and her cheekbones. Her hair the color of cliff grass rises and falls across her face in the breeze” ____ Maggie Stiefvater

Above stars sparkle like diamonds on a velvet backdrop. Wild parakeet settle on rustling palm fronds soothed by the whispers of lovers and the rolling tide glistens like sea lions under the cusp of an orange rind moon. The hours pass as sweetly as plumeria carried on the breeze. By moonlight she drops her sarong on the cool sand and they vanish in the rolling waves.