The line of coconut trees abruptly ended at the coastline. Because the river was so wide, it was hard to tell where the river ended, and the sea began.
Where the ground was eroded backward, trees that had once stood on the muddy banks now sat on the water itself, and their aching roots were exposed to the hot, humid air.
Under their shadows, colorful fish darted out of the way of predatory lizards and turtles. Above them, the branches were heavy with mosses, ferns, and squabbling birds.
This area was clean, and the gold sand pleased my eyes. The beach was long and shallow during low tide, and the sand stretched up to a mile wide. However, this beautiful shallow water would turn into angry waves of nightmares every high tide and a night's rain.
I knew about it because that was the source of my dilemma.
