Guavaberry

Yet another week draws to a close as the sun hides behind the clouds. These are pine trees, not palm trees. I'm tired of Eastern time and need to be on Island time. I miss Rum Punch, it's not the same in the confines of my land locked home. I miss Gizmo and crystal clear turquoise waters. I miss being under power of the wind as the cat slices gently through the waves. Dear Caribbean, If I hadn't met you I wouldn't like you If I didn't like you I wouldn't love you If I didn't love you I wouldn't miss you But I did I do and I will