Later

A most welcome plate of fresh fruit - watermelon, guava and pineapple
- awaited my return to the hotel. And a bottle of champagne - though what we were celebrating wasn't quite clear! I managed a glass but the drugs kicked in and I slept. Woke this morning to what sounded like huge winds and muffled thunderclaps. I felt grateful. At least it wouldn't matter that I couldn't go swimming! Eventually I got up and drew the curtains to watch the storm. The golden sunlight streamed in. Across the balcony, the cloudless, gleaming blue sky stretched to the horizon, meeting the sparkling, dancing Caribbean sea. The sand shone golden, newly burnished. Storm? What storm? Unbelievably, the sound I'd heard was the crashing of the sea as it drew itself up into last minute waves and threw itself with unrelenting passion upon the waiting shore. Then, sated, 'all calm of mind, all passion spent', the sea wiithdraws and breathes in, preparing for its next onslaught.