It was the embers of 2010 when we vacated the motherland to bask in a foreign sun. I remember the skies being kind on the long-haul and the crushing heat that clothed us as we disembarked; air that was stifling & sweet with oil-like qualities. After a four wheeled transfer sat adjacent to the oppressive couple who would plague & invade our personal space for two weeks straight, we finally met our destination.
Opalescent oceans, sand between the toes, kaleidoscope culture & smiling inhabitants became our day-to-day lives in Caribbean climes. As per usual, time played escort as we were ushered back to British Isles in the blinking of an eye. The carousel stayed true to form, heaving with bleary-eyed Brits circling like vultures to be first on the home straight. It’s here where fear-gazing exchanges took place followed by a getaway bolt from the approaching arms of the aforementioned couple.
English roads welcomed us back like heroes, happy we returned to the motherland for one last stand minus the millstone of apathy & regret.
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Joe / Man Not Machine 