The Island

The sea lapped the shoreline like a beautiful blue dog at a bowl of pebbles, while the midday sun pulsed with a power I hadn’t felt in years. A clutter of red mountains were at my back, and as I inhaled the hot dry air, my lungs said a prayer of thanks. Stepping forwards, the sapphire of the water cracked open. It had been far too long. I yanked my eye …