Environment scene sketch

I close my eyes and lift my face toward the sun that shines though the gray and white clouds. Slowly I deeply inhale. He grabs my hand and closes his around mine. Both smiling, we walk along white shores looking out at endless waters. We stop and he picks up a flat skipping stone. The water is so calm that the stones skips over its surface 5 times. When it finally sank, it was still visible. These waters sparkle like emeralds and is clear like glass. From a short distance we can see the parrot fish feeding on the reef. We continue our walk to the end of this short beach and through a small jungle of palms, sea grapes, and frangipanis we arrive at our cabana. It is elevated above pumice rock and ancient corals. Our roof is made of dried palm fronds and walls do not exist here. Surrounded by the Atlantic we are almost alone, our butler brings a platter of conch fritters and champagne. It is here we stay for 8 long days and watch the sun battle the rain.