Surrounded by densely forested mountains, dark clouds obscuring their peaks. The light was fading as I approached and I was struck by how unnatural it looked, how alien to the landscape.
Sunken, empty windows looked out from its pale walls and tears of mould ran down the pocked and scarred face of the house. It exuded an air of loneliness and emptiness yet its front doors remained firmly closed, hinting that something may yet reside within.
I walk along the beach, my feet sinking into the wet sand as the waves drift in and out. The cool water washes over my toes and drags the shore out from underneath me. I pass a lone palm tree and run my hand along its trunk, feeling the course fibers and ridges with my fingertips.