He had to pull to the side and walk to Zilla for the soup because the road leading to the restaurant is blocked. That was fine with me because the street is narrow, sandwiched between a wall of overgrown brush and buildings. No breeze makes it through that lane at any time it seems. Besides, I get to watch the construction workers sweat.
I look up to see a couple casually stroll pass the car. Both had hair that hung inches above their waists and that’s what caught my attention…the black and grey blended evenly in his thick locks while her beautiful tress was a mixture of blonde and grey. Hand in hand they stepped in sync making their way along the construction battered pavement. Their obvious devotion to each other was something developed over time and to be respected.
I’ve seen lots of hand holding couples in Jamaica. Love is everywhere here. But these two appeared to be as spiritually harmonized as they were physically different. Watching them was like seeing mobilized beauty passing through the dust, racket, traffic and chaos of down town construction.
Another quick stop for a cold beverage. I wanted plum juice. Only had it once and it seems I’m always here when the fruit is out of season. I think it’s a winter fruit. But I always ask just the same. No plum juice. Settled for water, too early for a red stripe. Huh??? Did I just admit that??????
This photo is a reminder to me of how a typical breathtaking view can be seen at a glance almost daily somewhere in Jamaica.
