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soon, it will be time to stop acting the poseur and see what all of of this effort has been about. lazily gravitating towrds the woods for some escape and physical exertion, there was SlickWillie to tell me about his unglodly rewards from the-eBay, and his enquiries about flights to JA. This time, it's for real... when i said i'm in. i'm not really sure what has kept me from having made the pilgrimage up to now: maybe timidity, having to manage and afford everything for two, worthiness, a life of relative privilege... and perhaps, disappointment. those are the negatives, which always seem to obscure the vision. knowing there is beauty, companionship, warm sea breezes, spices and the home of the rhythm of the heart in front of me are going to win out, overall... these will be the sustaining factors. now... to make the financial part happen. like she said, "money changes everything"... a lyric that taunts and haunts. of course, my philosophy has always been that if you want something bad enough, you can make it happen. here goes. after splitting some freshly cut cedar in the twilight, i made for home... awaiting me was a frothy Boddington's and the swashbuckling film (again, JohnnyDepp never ceases to to rise above expectations). naturally, the setting was PortRoyal... which doesn't really exist anymore, after the earthquake. but there again, another little coincidence. time to begin serious daydreaming. |
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