Visit the Hidden Lagoon

You emerge from the jungle onto a beach of white sand. Palm trees sway and sea birds call out as they sail upon a breeze. Trees overhang the waters, dripping with fragrant flowers an exotic fruit. You take in a deep breath of sea air and smile.

To one side of the lagoon, a cliff rises out of the blue waters. A water fall cascades over this, showering the rocks with cool spray. You stroll along the curve of the beach in the direction of this, in no particular hurry.

As you walk you continue to take in your surroundings. Through the clear waters of the lagoon, you can see brightly colored fish swimming about a rainbow of corals. Crabs skitter across the sand, and in the distance, dolphins frolic, chattering amongst themselves. You pause for a while to watch them play, marveling at their sleek shapes as they cut in and out of the water like saber strikes.

The sun grows warm, and the waterfall beckons. You quicken your pace, not jogging but walking with a decided purpose. Soon you reach the small spit of sand where the falls meet the lagoon. The fresh, sweet water bubbles and laughs as you run your fingers through its stream. The water is just the right temperature to cool you, and for a while you stand within its spray, allowing it to chase away the afternoon heat. 

The sun grows lower as you pass the time listening to the waves and watching the beauty of nature. After a time, you spy a path leading up the side of the cliff, stairs cut into the rock itself, surrounded by vines and deep green mosses. Curious, you pick your way up this before finding yourself on the top of the cliff.

Below you the lagoon stretches out as a pool of green and blue, rimmed by the white of the sandy beaches. You can see the whole pod of dolphins here, at least a dozen, still dancing among the waves. Your gaze goes out to sea. Clouds have covered the now setting sun, deep and purple and traced by lightning. A breeze kicks up, and you can smell the coming rain. 

Knowing you must find shelter, you turn from the sea and scan the deep forest behind you. In the shadows beneath the trees, you catch sight of a flickering light. You start towards this as the wind begins to shake the palm fronds and birds settle among the boughs to hide from the oncoming storm.

A short walk into the trees, a bamboo hut stands on stilts. You call out, but no one answers. The sky darkens, and rain drops sprinkle around you. You decide to enter the hut.

Inside a single hammock swings from the ceiling. On a table beside this, you find the source of light, a single flickering candle. It seems to welcome you, as if this space has been prepared and the candle is your invitation. 

Tired from a day in the sun and your climb up the cliff, you slip into the hammock and slowly rock, listening to the drum of rain upon the hut's roof and the whistle of wind through the many trees. The candle continues to glow, its soft light soothing you. You are safe here. You can rest.