Where are we? Someplace small and lonely, certainly; You can see forever, to a far distant horizon with tropical clouds. Islands small and large dot the sea. Palm trees, small boats at anchor. On the beach, small shacks and houses, few lights. Two small ships, lighted, just arrived or just departing? From where? To where? A fishing boat has an strange, exotic profile. And that sunset, unearthly in its beauty, the day rapidly ending and the night bringing who knows what?
Where are we? What happens now? Perhaps it is better not to know. Perhaps it is enough just to know that Paradise exists, and that you can get there from where you are now, if you really want to. (Pricing Schedule C)