CHANDELIER

FLYING INTO RIO IS A TRAVELER'S TREAT. WE CIRCLE AROUND CONE-SHAPE HILLS, LUSH PALM TREES SPIKING OUT AT EVERY ANGLE, AS WE CAN SEE THE FACES OF THE HANG GLIDERS FLUTTERING OFF THE PEAKS OF SAO CONTRADO LIKE BUTTERFLIES AS WE CURL AROUND THE SHIMMERING LOOPS OF LONG SINUOUS BEACHES. THE SEA SPARKLES BENEATH US AS WE APPROACH RIO, HEADING TOWARD THE SANTOS DUMONT AIRSTRIP IN THE MIDLE OF THE CITY.

I'M HEADED DOWN THE BEACH TO IPANEMA