A Harbor in Paradise

Tonight I sit in a harbor in paradise. Shore power stations give off a romantic glow that dances on the glass like surface of the water. Crickets accompany soft jazz coming from a nearby restaurant. I draw on the cigar I procured in the Bahamas, hand rolled by a Cuban gentleman, it produces a peppery note. The occasional breeze provides welcome refreshment. My time on this island is drawing to an end for now. God willing I will return again to the salt air.