trip report / july fourth, twenty-fourteen

[*vi*]

“Hi”
“Hi”
“You ready to leave the beach?”
“Yeah, are you on your way? I really don’t like being down here when it gets dark.”
“Yes, I comin.”

I secure my bag then slip on my earbuds to stroll the beach that is slowly becoming silent of the voices that echoed about.

Ky-mani Marley…YES…Royal Vibes?…NO…my heart couldn’t take that song…not yet. The scenery is one for hand-holding couples reflecting on their experience and giving thanks for being together on this ground...on this Jamaica.

Skipping song after song I realize this means no serenades from Jamaican male singers. Not now. Goapele will keep me company as I walk, waiting for O’Neil to come rolling his taxi down the path. Her singing/lyrics can express loneliness well, but not desperation.

What a serene end to an awesome beach day.

[sammyb]

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sigh.............