On my back, the sand conforms to my body and holds me in its wonder. Eyes closed I am here in this cradle made for the gods and I wonder what I did to deserve this moment of splendor. I will know someday and assuredly - will do it again.
Water comes to me from far off lands and starts at my feet then splashes my existence. My body rocks slightly, my eyes remain shut to make room for my thoughts to take me to far away places, yet - I am here and in being here, know what it is to love the nature around me.
Off to the right, more or less, children play. They are from Boston. My ears inform my mind of this. From the left drifts the oily smell of coconuts, Aha! Someone is protecting themselves against what they came into the sun to get. Odd I think.
As we flew in, I looked at this white strip of sand where my bed now exists. I sat by the window and thought about the colors - the whites and lovely light blues that turn into an oil tankers darkness's. In my seat, by the window - I saw this and toweled my eyes. Aruba - I thought. Aruba. Now I am here and my white bed was waiting for me. My bed awaited me to return and lie my tired bones once again. This year as I have so many years in the past, my body came to this seaside cradle.
I open my eyes and look to the right and left, no one is there. But wait, they are there - they are my memories and memories of this island are forever.
Aruba is my bed in the sand and I am thankful for that.