THE RHYTHM

The rhythm between the moon and the waves keeps a steady beat on the veins and blood that are now cooled by the night. Toes dig into the imported sand as shells crack from the oceanic pressure of endless movement. The eyes feast upon a Pacific beauty whose olive skin is seen above the surface on this moonlit scene of nature. Lights from strange and unknown rooms crowd the beach with their touristic intention. Hotels rip into the sky with their construction of easy living. Citizens of the world run in packs as hungry searchers for the materialistic side of the island, which is slowly being swallowed by the grip of modern time.