…where, right this minute, you’re living too. If that’s true then tell me, what’s too fantastic to believe?
Yup, I’m down south in Antigua again, soon to go home, but of course I don’t wanna. As I sit out here on the balcony, high up on a hill overlooking Long Bay, a live band is doing a creditable rendition of No Woman, No Cry, the only Bob Marley song I really like, well, that and Redemption Song, and it all feels right. I remember when we used to sit in the government yard in Trenchtown; it’s a sentiment that touches me even though I don’t know what it’s about. I guess we all remember some place where we used to gather together with people we cared about, back when we were young, so long ago.
The breeze is cool. The waves are crashing. I can see stars in the night sky.
But winter in Canada is yanking me home, and that simply has to be the way this is going to go. Airports, and fuss, and luggage carousels, and fighting for a cab, and back to the slush and the grey concrete. Every time we come here I wonder whether it’s worth the agony of going back, but you know, sure it is.
Long Bay, I’ll see you again next year, God willing.