Rush hour on Sanibel Island

Sand dollars covers the crusted sandy shores after the tides roll in and back the sea turtles scurry across tiny crabs while sea urchins lie on their backs herons scratch their long legs sleeping wood storks perch alongside drift wood while the pecking egrets whistle tiny hints of sullen chatter cunning pelicans quickly dive for their lunch while pink flamingos wildly dances as the colorful peacocks shows off their new hats the shelling begins with bronzed star fish nesting upon the calm edges of tomorrow carving deep sand dunes watching crawling sea horses gallop while the sun peeks in around noon sun showers sprinkles giant rain drops creating tiny hues of private rainbows my bicycle bell chimes nearby the boat house calling to Joe's crab shack in time for Izzy's to serve fresh stuffed flounder to go with the blue berry scone from Pete's Ice cream shop while craving clam chowder I began to whisper lyrical tropical tunes with such ease while simply embracing this sensual soft Caribbean breeze