Heaven

Planes cut scars into the blue, their exhaust forming boomerangs in the sky. Seagulls glide above the water, their bellies green from the water's reflection. Icicle green and crisp blue, this beach is heaven. Clouds float by like couples on a leisurely stroll. In the distance inland, dark rumblings of storms have passed us by each day. The land-bound covered in rain, we bob in the water and cook in the heat untouched by the storms. The wind and waves our natural barrier.