There was a tree near the beach, a mango tree, large and tall enough to create a spotless shadow on the hill. From that gassy green hill, I could see the sandy beach and rocky cliff near the coast that splits the wave into pieces. Under the tree with the dark shadow makes my body cool and fresh. I could smell sweaty and sugary fruit which arouse from the mangoes hang up on the tree.
When I leaned and closed my eyes, I could hear the water splash, chirping from the birds and barking near houses. Salty and sweaty smell both from the ocean and the tree used to moisture my throat. Cool air embrace my body in right temperature to resist the heat from the Sun.
This place was not always giving me the comfort. Especially on ripping season of the mango, I could see children giggling and throwing stones and sticks to get it. If there is no one to catch the falling mango, there is no difference from a grenade splash its pieces to the ground. Nevertheless, flies buzz around the busted mango.
Just getting away from the town to stop hearing hoot and sandy wind that comes from the North, I found the humongous tree to let me relax and enjoy the day. Even though I could not experience anymore my senses still reminds me the place.