The Land I Love

There are days I continually complain about the heat or the humidity or the sand or the flatness or the tourism -- the list goes on and on. But then, I see this:

~ emerald waters with foaming crests ~

~ clear blue skies and thin wisps of white ~

~ vast ivory beaches and plump cumulous clouds ~

~ dramatic colors fuming with passion ~

~ the heavens ablaze with beauty ~

and suddenly, my complaints stop their constant flow, and I stumble backward in awe.