A mild trade wind rustles in the palms. Never before I saw such bright colors, blue green and this morning even pink. I open up a coconut; my first drink after the sea washed up my body.
The first action is gathering supplies for emergencies. A new heavy storm can flare up, the beach disappearing in no time. If that is the case I will have to fasten myself with ropes on the flexible branches of the tamaru tree in anticipation of things to come.