Saturday Quiet

Dinghies bob in the Carnage. Reggae music throbs in the swaying bus. It's humid today, rain showers springing up, clouds hanging on the horizon. I look down on Grande Anse Beach as we pass. It's mostly empty, strange for this time of year in the Caribbean. 

I signal to drop at the next stop and the bus pulls up by Grill Master. I hand the conducter my $2.50 and sling my bag over my shoulder. Crossing the road, I walk the quarter mile to Spiceland Mall, which is also home to IGA, our destination for Monday grocery runs. 

I'm seeking quiet and alone. I know I can't find it quite like MN, where my only companions are the pines and songs of birds, but it's space away. The drink is cold, the mall A/C, and the people relatively quiet.

It's good to get away. From school. From LaBorie. From those I'm normally with.

And it's been a good first month back.