THE ISLAND

I miss the smell of sand and the calm of the palm trees

I reminisce on the nights on the beach

The late night swims and the humid air

I miss the wind as I drove and the unpredictable rain

The mismatched cuisine and the warm smiles

The people, the greenery, the buses.

I miss the bookshop and the grocery store

The lady across the road selling hotdogs

And the gentleman right opposite with amazing fries

I miss the culture and the whimsical capital

The hidden gems on the outskirts

And the blue waters

The island felt like home.

Until we meet again.

Photo by: Sanyu Joanita