Night has fallen in the Caribbean. I am exhausted but entirely happy. The warm breezes remind me of just how far away from home I am. This morning, we left Baltimore under a deep blanket of snow and an uncomfortable cold. Tonight, I sit mere feet away from a softly lolling Caribbean Sea.
The tree frogs have started an evening chorus, small pleasulant chirps not quite in unison. Palm trees sway, creating a rustling backdrop for the frogs. All I can do is listen.
It has been a long day of traveling. My eyes are growing heavy. I am already dreaming of blue water.
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