We amble home and I tell Sweetie the best thing about being sick today is we still had a great day and now we have another first full day in Jamaica ahead of us tomorrow. We stop at the bar at HSH and have a nightcap then up to the verandah for a little bit. I read her Wild Nights by Emily Dickinson. She is absolutely one of the great poets and to know her own personal story and then read some of the things she was able to write, well, she was an incredible soul –
Wild Nights
By Emily Dickinson
Wild nights! Wild nights!
Were I with thee,
Wild nights should be
Our luxury!
Futile the winds
To a heart in port,
Done with the compass,
Done with the chart.
Rowing in Eden!
Ah! the sea!
Might I but moor
To-night in thee!
Shortly after we settle in it starts to rain, then it starts to rain hard. We doze off in each others arms to the sounds of a tropical rainstorm.
I awake a few hours later, the storm has passed but it’s still windy. I get up and sit out on the verandah for a while. The first few nights in the tropics are always a little restless for me as my body adapts, maybe a little more so with the sick and all the sleeping I did today. I listen to the wind rustle through the palm just off our balcony and notice the sound of the rain water being blown off the palm leaves. It is magical. I feel very much at peace. I think that I am in the right place at the right time with the right person. “Sweetie, are you up?” “Yes, Sweetie, I couldn’t sleep but I’m coming to bed…”
