Inspiration would be here, she was certain of it..
Suntanned feet, nails painted Go Crazy Red, soles already sanded like powder sugared dough boys, she approached the ramp entrance to the beach.
Stepping onto splintered and grayed, salt weathered wooden slats serving as walkway to beach and ocean beyond, her body at once transformed; like blackstrap molasses pouring from a ceramic pitcher, tension slowly seeped from her muscles disappearing into the small, intermittent piles of dune sand lining the beach esplanade.
Palm fronds, tickled by a light breeze subtly augmented the ebb tide waves lapping the deserted shoreline as a treasure trove of sea shells, polished sea glass and occasional odd driftwood washed ashore, eternal pirate’s booty for the taking.
Startled by a sudden loud noise behind her, she lost her footing and with it the illusion of escape. Removing the Oculus Rift S VR headset with 6DOF motion tracking, she set about the task at hand, turned back to her laptop and began to type… suntanned feet, nails painted Go Crazy Red…