We visited Hope Gardens on Saturday before Elsa hit. The park was crowded with a wedding, birthdays, a dance recital and picnics. Off in a deserted part of the park this man was practicing his saxophone by himself. It was a beautiful, mournful and welcome sound.
After I finished up a run at a public track this morning, an older woman followed me to my car, tapped on the window and handed me this flyer. A passport to heaven. I thanked her and move on. This comes a day after someone called me a demon.
We dropped off our plastic recyclables today at Jamaica Environment Trust’s office.