"No Rush" a Goa Travel Page by wrldtravler

You Lounge on the beach drinking a cold beer;
while beads of condensation form on your bottle and beads of sweat on your body.
You dig out a tidy bottle holder in the sand and run into the sea for a dip.
You return and lounge again.
You order another beer and watch people stroll by.
Everything here has a slower pace, a slower walk, a slower beat.
You relax, you learn to let go, you adapt. You fall asleep you wake up.
The sun sets the moon rises.
The parties begin, the weed burns, the beat quickens, the palms sway. Music flows, you listen.
People dance, you partake.
A Cool breeze blows.
Your bottle's empty another one appears.
You take a midnight dip. You sleep, the moon sets the sun rises.
Beads begin to form on body and bottle.