On an island you can see chameleons racing, or you can hear snakes rattling their tails. You can feel the wild winds slashing on your face. You can also feel yourself sinking in the sand. You can smell rotting fish on the salty sand. I hop into my little sailboat. I see a flying fish, flying like shooting stars. I watch them play in the shiny water. I watched them for a long time. I sailed around the island two times, and then I had lunch. The sun was sparkling like one huge gem. Black birds flew around a very high tree squawking.