Palm trees swaying in the breeze.
The clouds drifting through the tropical sky.
The spring winds are pushing them along,
As they push time into the summer.
Reef, sand, surf;
all of these clichéd staples of this climate.
I see them; I hear them.
For me the most exciting goal is not the excitement of the beach.
It is the quiet contentment of this spring day.
Or rather, not the quiet, but the symphonic sounds of nature.