It was 72 degrees. Views of Palm trees. Smells of ...

It was 72 degrees. Views of Palm trees. Smells of sweet cocktails and lemon leaves. Having conversations with the ocean's breeze. Walking into Splashes Restaurant with sandy feet. More cocktails, something with the essence of honeysuckle squeeze. All my girlfriends sporting salty hair grease, but no one seems to care. I'll take this view any day. Another and another and another round served by a gracious staff, in a perfect portion of heaven, pretty please.