| One sight that is unforgettable is the Caribbean sea as one descends Bernard hill and approaches the picturesque beach lining the settlement of Tarpum Bay Eleuthera. The clear fresh sight of the body of water which lies lazy drifting freely in the cool of the evening is so revealing. The crystal like mass shifts back and forth, so open and inviting. A comaflouge encouraging the deadly behavior of the monsters within, however a mass so beautiful enticing the comforted fools who would enter it at this time of night. This is the most wonderful place of all to be on a lonely Monday night. No one else in the world could experience this right now. That's what makes this place so special, and its not even summer yet. Summer brings them all out. All who would want to protect this sanctuary. They all are beginning to realize just how special it is, this then makes them special. Every chance, every break in the weather brings many to this wonderful spot. When they all gather here there is such joy, such disarmed security, such a promise each day to look forward to. They feel the future bearing down on them as they try to enjoy and consume it all. They realize that the� day will come when progress silently whispers to them conveying that they have enjoyed enough. That they have had their fill of freedom, joy and laughter. Progress demands its share, "Share this with everyone", They'll say. That horrible day will come when no one will control� this pier anymore, not even us, no one to control events. No more free sipping this eternal tea. This anti-pill of freshest air and freedom. |
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| That night the young people gathered on the pier, just shortly after dark. The boys from town the girls from high school clad in their favorite shorts and shirts too revealing. All gathering at the end just beyond the glare of park lights through which one must walk to get to the pier. Just outside the view the elders perched above on darkened porches, no doubt glaring at� the pier, witnessing the local human drama played out on these cool summer evening drifts. Linda and� crew were seen and heard in the distance. Soon they would arrive and take the last remaining places, bare legs dangling toward the water coupled in pairs, attempting and trying to excite each other into the madness that would ensue each day until this glorious summers end. The young guys waited in anticipation of the cackling slowly drifting westward beneath the street lamps glaring helplessly into the bay. One blinking intermittently by the newly� painted Anglican church majestically posing for a photograph before the newly painted signs at the southern swerving corner where Alvin sits and observes passersby� on summer nights.� Shines new glass door glares in the distance in view of the pier as car after car stops and just as swiftly takes off� swerving south no doubt the drivers mouth watering and churning with the latest fried batch of grouper fingers, lobster fried rice, or maybe some of Ethlyns fresh conch salad. Just beyond that the obsessant glare of Erics Tv theather, the perfect place to sip on a cold brew from the bar next door as the patrons sop over the nights wrestling main event. Farthest eastward in the darkness the� uncanny occasionally active graveyard at the edge of town lies still interrupted momentarily by the flicker of lights next door as Mrs. Hughes adjusts for the comfortable quiet evening ahead.� This endless source of contentment permanently set out before me as I observe and compare the behavior of the young and restless malcontents in front of me, occasionally edging in a word to Audrey in an attempt to finally get to know someone with the happiness and local flavor which I've come to love more than anything I've ever seen in the world. |
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