Paradise Lost

Sorry Milton, but I dream of tropical paradise at the end of the earth.

Sailboats, gently adrift at anchor in remote lush lagoons, alone in their grace. 

A place of solitude and solace, hard won after weeks at sea.

Tucked in, protected by steep mountains draped in verdant jungle, small streams, waterfalls, all sweeping down to meet gentle palms along soft white beaches. 

A place where souls go to rest.