There’s a flotilla of pelicans sailing sedately on the silver sea. At times they take off en masse and then plummet back into the Pacific to gulp down fish.
A huge bluish-grey iguana slowly climbs up a palm tree, then stops, its head bobbing as it surveys the world. It has plump legs and vicious-looking serrated spines on its back.
A stream trickles along the beach sand into the sea, seeking the source, the oceanic oneness, the return.
Palm fronds dance in the light breeze and glint in the late-afternoon sunlight.
The sun is setting now, and in an instant the sky turns turquoise, a turquoise that could only have been dreamed up by Salvador Dali, a turquoise of tranquillity, a turquoise that is otherworldly in its beauty.