The island bustled with the activity of all of its 200 residents. They were busy getting their wares set up for the tourists to buy because they represented a number of different countries and quite a few states from across the nation, thus a great opportunity for money to be made. The wares being sold weren't cheap. They weren't trinkets. The island was 5 miles around the perimeter. Bicycle riding was the main mode of transportation for both tourists and residents. People had gathered to soak in Atlantic beauty as it washed up on a rocky coastline. Other islands dotted the view all the way around the coast of the one at the center of the view.
That was one of the most beautiful places I have ever been, idyllic really. I look at those pictures from time to time so that I will remember the feeling of utter relaxation. One notable memory, though, marred the otherwise celestial scene... all that oceanic majesty was enjoyed by one person, not shared by two.
Life presents circumstances that are many times so cruel. I think that is supposed to make a person stronger somehow, or perhaps clearer headed so that a strategy can be developed for not allowing the circumstance to happen again. I'm sure, though, that the angst created is greater than the spectacular vista and the lesson to be learned. I find myself still shouting at the gulls circling the waves crashing into the 20 feet sheer sides of the stony bluffs, "No, no, no!"
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