Thursday photo prompt: Faraway #writephoto
Long ago in a land far away …
I remember.
You could stand in the cove and feel the sands move out from underneath your feet. You could walk a little and feel the brush of underwater grasses against your ankles and see the tiny baby fish, schools of them looking for a tiny something to nibble.
It was warm there. Especially in the morning, when all you could see were the fishermen going out in little boats. Sometimes, they would come back with a lobster, smile at you. Then they would toss you the lobster. Just because they were happy and you were smiling.
The thing about that world was people were nice for no reason at all. They would give you things because you were there, the sun was shining, and the sea was warm. We didn’t need to talk, though we did urgently needed to dance.
Oh, how we danced. Steel drums beating so loudly in a cement basement, steamy in the heat of September on a Caribbean night. I’d like to go back now, even without the dancing. Just for the peace of that place — far away and long ago.
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Happy times
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Reblogged this on anita dawes and jaye marie.
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Nice! Immediate and real and inviting.
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What was so nice about it was that it wasn’t (yet ) all big fancy hotels. You could hang out in town and meet actual people who lived there and talk. It’s hard to do that now with all those huge hotels. The people get lost.
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This sounds so lovely.
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Ste. Martin in 1974!
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Isn’t it nice to have such beautiful memories?
Leslie
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I’ve never regretted what I’ve done, only what I didn’t do 🙂
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That’s often the case….
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I’d rather like to go there too…
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It’s where I float on a long, hard day 🙂
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I can imagine… I always wanted to see islands were the seas are warm. 🙂
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The Caribbean — back then (the early 1970s) was lovely. Tourists could comfortably mingle with natives and everyone was fine. I don’t know what it’s like now. Probably better if I don’t know.
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Memories are sometimes the safest places to visit 😉
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