Herons - some white, some grey - perch on the Sea Wall, stand in line. Retract long necks into hunched shoulders. Wait for the rain to pass. Beyond the wall, the view is a flannel of grey. To the fore, fronds of yellowing-green hold on to the tall trunk of a coconut tree. A bougainvillea bows under the weight of the falling water. The roof of the octagonal pagoda takes a pounding; shows the signs of age in the feathering of its dark wooden slats. But age adds only to its beauty; so too the yellow of its wooden skirting and the red of its steel rafters. I stand outside on the porch, take a tropical drenching. Close my eyes like the shutters of a camera; commit the image to memory.
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