Sometimes you can go back

The sea washes in slowly, crashing and rolling over rock and hill till only the highest land rises above calming glassy waters.

Light still catches and rolls along golden slopes, now as ever, the island left brighter for its landscape’s loss. And in your dreams, there it remains. Grand rocky cliffs, clearer now against misty mornings.

And back you go across the waters, returning to haunt familiar places. With each new visit, the island is smaller, your favored glades and beaches are nearer now and grow warmer as they grow softer.

Your island nestles in around you and waits up late for you when you get in.