Tropical daydreams were waltzing around my head the other day - gliding as smoothly as the clouds between the swaying palms -- and so caught up was I in their slow-step rhythm that I almost missed those enchanting dancing diamonds right in front of me . . .
. . . twirling and spinning; tossing and swooshing. . .
As if on tiptoes they twinkled across the lagoon . . .
Then teasing and tempting they raced up the sand. . .
. . . and then those diamonds, mixed with daydreams, continued to dance.