The Jamaican sun is blinding overhead. A white hot orb impossible to take in beyond the most fleeting glance. With a slim, sun browned arm, she reaches out and tilts the beach umbrella until her body is swathed in shade. It does little to alleviate the heavy heat of the tropical afternoon, but it does shield her enough that she can continue reading without the glare of sunlight off pale paper. She keeps her sunglasses on though. The light glinting off the turquoise water and bone coloured sand in front of her illuminates the world like it’s been polished to an intense glossy shine.