by the sea, the calming sound of the waves as they lap the shore, under the shade of coconut palms, breeze flowing through and around the mountains, fine sands (white preferably), freshly caught fish and crabs in the firespit, with a small bamboo hut for shelter, and no one for miles and miles.
well, that is until the storm hits and you're left with just one matchstick and a stubby candle.
