I'm sitting on the balcony of my room, still in my wet bathing suit from my day spent at Megan's Bay on St. Thomas.
It looks like Neverland to me. Like I should expect the sand to be pixie dust. The water was so clear, I could follow the fish as they crowded around my feet.
It's hard to believe this is the last day-I have to pack up before dinner. Everything was such a whirl-wind. To describe not only what I've seen in the last 7 days, but more importantly, how I've felt, is daunting. Not necessarily because of all I did, ( I could list those well enough) but because of how my thoughts have somehow fallen together. I'm still going to come back to the same needing of a job, the same basement apartment, the same chores (I haven't made a bed or cooked a meal in a week) but, I can deal with that now knowing that the beauty of the Caribbean-a place that I've only witnessed in movies-actually does exist. So much so that the people that inhabit these islands seem magical. From the way I feel now, I can't help but think some of that has been given to me. The smells, the air, the feel of my skin, the courageousness that just, all the sudden, is there. That's life. And I want that as much as I can get it.
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