The Shot
With the softest of touches, it was released. Wide open -- but with the defense rapidly closing in, arms outstretched, trying its best to block it.
The Island
Warm UV rays and vitamin D kiss my skin almost like my mother used to in the morning. The sky adorns a beautiful translucent hue of blue with matching water, while the waves that crash along the white sanded shore almost match the very few, far and in between floating marshmallows overhead. Twenty or so paces behind me, palm trees and other plant life ooze for a half mile down the coastline, in both directions, serving as a natural boundary line—as if it's walling in secrets.