It’s quiet up here at the view site. The world stretches wide. Trees then lagoon then island then water then hills, rolling to the horizon in an orderly procession of green and blue and green. Sounds drift up like smoke: laughter, children, music. A boat growls softly far below, trailing spray.
On the causeway, cars move from right to left and left to right in a silent movie in colour. Over the road arch cathedrals of green and birds flit about their secret lives, while the sun sinks slowly into golden sleep.
It’s quiet up here, and life is good.