Last Sunrise and a Beginning
A fusion of Caribbean input surrounds the homosapien cocooned in a sheet in #8, Xtabi, One Love Drive, Negril. Sea air dances across the receptors that trigger a deeper inhalation. Soft sloshing of wata bouncing against rock reverberates against a drum, setting a mind in slow motion. Blue luminosity creeps its way into a batted eye. A dawn, a peaceful dawn, and a dawning....its my last morning in Negril.
No breakfast today, must catch a van to the airport. Juta called and bumped it all up earlier. Once last ramble to the nice outdoor shower and the sun cracks the day.
