This week was exhausting. No one told me that wielding a paint brush and hauling paint tins, would be such a work out. After painting windows, walls and floors for three days, my body ached.
So, it was with pleasure that I supped in the evening cool of said room. As the evening stars peeked out of the Caribbean night sky, I bit into freshly fried plantains and eggs. Only briefly was I deterred from my enjoyment after realizing, from my third bite, that I did not add salt or pepper to my eggs.
After scurrying to the kitchen, I came back to acquaint myself with the couch and enjoy my evening breakfast under the stars.
Cool comfort flowed through my lips and down my throat. The lingering grapefruit taste was one of my favorite.
As I literally bit off more than I could chew, from this twin plantain, I listened to the distant rumblings of thunder. All promise from a rain, which seems to fall everywhere else, except in Seaview Gardens.
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