Though I woke up in the mountains, i am morning dreaming of the early morning beach. Ahhhh the slight breeze that kicks the sand up. Small whirl winds of sand danced down the beach like a ballerina on one toe. Small fishes come as close to shore as they can then gets swept away by the small waved breaking onto the sand. I stepped into the water and for a second the cold rush felt like a cold crisp fall day in New York City, well that is what it feels like to a tropical boi. A stingray glided by, its body contorted by the rippled from a fishing boat puttering by. Ahhhhhh yes its one of them tropical mornings in my head.
