I could almost see (blind in left eye and the right one ain't all that hot, neither) the bikinied & thonged lovelies cavorting in the breakers. But first, my beauty sleep.
Came the morn and harsh reality. The Caribbean-blue water seen from the highway was nought more than the cloudless sky reflected by the dry, white surface of the lake. And the beckoning lovelies?....figments of yesterday's dream-time. Ah well...maybe tomorrow.
An attractive curl of mud