Vanderlin Island

It is like the island is calling out to me. It is like the water was in my vision washing up the shore and back down again. It is as if the water was clear glass, flat and soft. It is like floating through the water on the boats. It is as cool as the wind comes on your face. It is like you’re going 100 miles an hour on the boat. It is like I can smell the ocean. It is as if I can touch the fish in the river. It is as peaceful as a void, a wave crashing at my feet. It is as if the trees on the island are a shack, keeping me safe. It is like Vanderlin Island is home!