Way back in the 80’s, summers felt way different. I was just a child then, so summers lasted forever. They ran so far into the future that school felt a lifetime away. The deliciousness of a July day contained multitudes, and for a child in the 80’s there was freedom and adventure and an innocence that I fear has long disappeared. It was all there, in a pop song given a reggae slant for this island summer.
Things look so bad everywhere
In this whole world, what is fair?
We walk blind and we try to see
Falling behind in what could be…
A coconut limonada sweats down a hibiscus glass as a sprig of fresh mint perches jauntily near the rim. Summer heat and high humidity, still new enough to be welcome and not annoying, start from the earliest morning, when the stillness of the hour is enough to trick you into thinking it’s possibly cool. Friction and action lead to heat – staying quiet and stationary lends a coolness, even if it’s only the making of your mind.
Worlds are turning and we’re just hanging on
Facing our fear and standing out there alone
A yearning, and it’s real to me
There must be someone who’s feeling for me
Things look so bad everywhere
In this whole world, what is fair?
