It is a peacefully secluded window to paradise; a place where I shared the view with only a few; where the oceans seemed out of reach and the clouds are just above my head. When the skies are clear, the majestic shoal known as the White Island appears at a distance. There are no sounds of ocean waves but only the rustles of the leaves as the strong winds continually blow. I soaked in a lot of sun and mountain breeze as I stood there. I ran and danced like a child around barefoot – feeling ticklish with the grass between my toes and the damp earth beneath my sole.…