St Croix, Virgin Islands__RP1618110.
The break was a ways out, and what was left of the waves would rush up with foamy fingers as high as it could up the sand. With the sky starting to color with sunset, and an incoming tide, I kept an eye on the force of the water against my tripod legs, and an eye on the glow of the sun bouncing off the rocks, exposed when the surf ran out. It is mezmerising, the steady rhythm, the green sea, the offshore breeze. The white noise erases your thoughts and troubles for awhile, putting the demons at bay. They say that if you have trouble sleeping, you should have a special place, a happy place, that you think of and put yourself in. I am lucky, I have many. Sometimes it's Carambola Beach.