Her first morning, she stepped outside and the humidity immediately curled her hair into frantic spirals. She didn’t care. She walked past the filao trees, their needles whispering in the wet wind, and onto the beach. The sand was dazzling white, almost painful to look at. The lagoon was a frenzy of turquoise, churned up by a southeasterly trade wind that had been blowing for three days.
She nodded.