Paradise 002

Where the hell was I?
Seriously, what kind of island could have weather this horrendous, and so predictable?
The hailstorm the day before hadn't exactly been... dry.
Or nice.

But now, it was nice and dry.

I had to appreciate the sun as much as I could. I wrung my clothes out... on a tree branch that had a direct view of the sun. My other clothes, in my Louis Vuitton suitcase, were not used or wet yet. My beloved suitcase was wet, but as it was designer, I knew it would last for a long time.

I decided to go out for a swim. Easiest way to take a shower without being pummeled with hailstones. The sea was vast and blue. I had risen when the sun rose, I was used to trying to get the most out of a 'sun' day. I was waist deep in seawater when I started to cleanse myself. I guess you wouldn't really call it cleansing... but at least my body was being purified of all the grime and dirt it collected.

When my skin started to wrinkle, I decided to dry myself with my one and only towel. I did everything as quickly as I could because I knew I had only day before the next few days were filled with darkening skies and large hailstones.
I was lucky that I hadn't caught pneumonia. Yet.

At least I wasn't dead.

I relaxed in the sand, breathing deeply in and out as my yoga instructor had taught me.
I closed my eyes and planned what I would do.
First priority was food. Then, maybe creating another suitable shelter. My previous one had broken under the intensity of the hail. And some exploring, maybe. There was only so much to find. Maybe some other civilized race lived here as well. Or they could be uncivilized, vile indigenous people. Or the place could be entirely deserted. And empty.

A few minutes later. I set out. Gathering food and exploring at the same time. Time is precious.

And so is my sanity.