Soft sand between her toes sifting, sinking. Waves laughing at her touch, whispering, waiting. The sun dropping behind the horizon, dipping, dimming. The humid air swirling around, rustling the leaves of the palm trees, shaking, waving. Green everywhere, drops of rain softly gracing the white beach. La playa blanca. She steps onto the rough brown rocks covered in water and moss. Crabs blink and scuttle away. The waves beat harder, crashing against the soft hewn edges of the tiny peninsula. Slowly, carefully she sits down on the edge, dipping her feet into the foaming water. Voices, laughter, carry on the wind. The ocean tugs at her heart, come, come, it hisses. Come, come. The sun disappears into the far reaches of the water. Brilliant streams of pink and orange scatter across the sky. Her hands settle onto the pumice, a gentle spray of diamonds cascade over the rocks, landing on her face. Salt air stinging her nose, clouds drift by lazily over head. And voices, laughter, intermix, carried on the wind.

Running across the sand. Kicking up grainds until her legs are caked in it. Laughing, screaming, running, dancing. The green hillside shaking in the wind. Rustling like a tambourine. The twinkle of a growing star overhead. She is blind to it. Laughing, cascading over the sand. Singing, always singing to him. The breeze on her face, letting loose her hair. Tripping, tumbling to the ground, rolling through the mounds of sand. Laying back, arms spread out wide. Ocean water teasing her fingers. Closer, closer. Standing again. Running and twisting. Dancing. Laughing. Singing.

Why do people stare? She only wants to sing and dance. Only wants to praise her God who has made this place, so beautiful and serene. So wonderful and pefect. Why do they stare? Why not join her in singing?

The clouds spring to life and run as far as the east is from the west. The stars begin to dance, the trees listen to the wind as she whistles around the hills and through the rocks. She is still running and dancing. Still singing and laughing.

Oh I feel like dancing,
It's foolishness I know,
But when the world has seen the light,
They will dance with joy,
Like we're dancing now.

The ocean reaches up for her toes as she throws out her arms and dips back her head. The wind blows her hair, swishing the skirt around her knees, the trees lean forward to listen. She waits and feels the air, the moisture, the love. She whispers. Whispers become songs, words tumbling forth, falling out of her mouth, lifted free on the night breeze, carried up to heaven. For she knows, that if she does not sing, then the rocks will cry out his praise.