Her rock-gray back snake-winds through the green life on a shark's path through this sacred, ancient land. Every segment of humanity Miami has ever hosted has recognized her as a transport route. Tequestas, pirates, pioneers, settlers, farmers, builders, artists, killers, doctors, liars, cocaine cowfolk, and suburban homeowners have all staked claims along her highway. Today this engineer's line through Coconut Grove is as lush as a jungle in a concrete landscape. The sun glows through the hot, wet air, lighting up the branches of the canopy with a luminance resplendent in the dusk.