But we belong in the container yard. Because Dominica is one of the orange tyrant’s “shithole” countries. Dominicans are no longer welcome in the US. Town is about 2km away and I am feeling the years today. So I stayed on board today.
I rather enjoyed sitting and reading on the deck of a slightly swaying ship. I thought about Robert Louis Stevenson, Samuel Clements, Isabella Bird and all the other writers/adventurers of the 19th century who headed out to warmer climates on steam ships.
It is also a quiet place to watch your own life wind down. To reflect on paths not taken. To hope for graceful acceptance of whatever comes next. It’s not sad. It just is. Nobody is promised tomorrow.
But. If there is a tomorrow
