The Easy Life™ Journal Entry #001
The sun came up slow this morning, spilling gold across the water like it had all the time in the world. That’s the thing about Palo Miki—nobody’s in a rush, not even the day itself. I sat at my usual stool at The Coconut, shades on, yellow shirt catching the breeze, watching the island yawn itself awake. Capy was already grumbling behind the bar, which is how I know things are exactly as they should be.
Out here, life doesn’t ask much of you. A hammock sways without being told, the tide rolls in without an appointment, and the chatter of Mango and Tango drifts by like the island’s own radio station. Folks stop in, swap stories, maybe argue about nothing worth remembering, then wander back into the palms. Every moment feels like it’s been seasoned with just enough salt air to keep it interesting, but never hurried.
Sometimes I think the easy life isn’t about doing less—it’s about noticing more. The sound of ice clinking in a glass. The way the sand keeps a little heat long after the sun drops. The quiet laugh of someone you didn’t expect to hear again. Palo Miki has a way of slowing your heartbeat until it matches the rhythm of the waves. And if you ask me, that’s exactly the speed life was meant to be lived. End.
Until the next tide rolls in, Stay Easy. - Phil
