Cayman Islands


I laid on the deck of the boat and closed my eyes, willing myself to remember. Everything. The sounds of the crashing ocean, echos of laughter at the helm, the trace of salt water on my lips. I opened my eyes and watched sunset. Beginning, middle, and end, the orange clouds spreading like threads of cotton candy. I couldn’t remember the last time I watched the sun set, but I vowed to again soon because it held the promise of an even brighter tomorrow.