Sunday. This afternoon I found myself sitting outside in the back of the house continuing progress on a memoir I had recently begun. The sun was hidden behind an ever-growing mass of clouds and periodically I would raise my eyes from the pages of my book and follow their evolution. The rain finally came several minutes later, after I had been joined by my Gran and Grandaddy. We moved under onto the porch as the drops began and watched is slow progression across the face of the Caribbean Sea, slowly covering the distant beach from our eyesight, then the house down the hill and finally, with strong and cooling breezes, making its full on approach to our location. The squall continued steadily for nearly forty minutes.
Later in the afternoon after the rain had stopped and as the humidity slowly began to creep back in my Grandaddy and I went for a walk, where we heard wild parrots calling each other and looked up to find them meeting in nearby treestops. Beautiful shades of green and red and yellow amazed our eyes.
When we got home Gran and I fried up a plantain, and we snacked on the fruit and some crumpets for dinner. Soon we found Alfred Hitchcock's Vertigo beginning on the television, which I enjoyed yet again in all its creepiness and beauty.
Now the moon is reflecting on the water, illuminating in the night the never ceasing ocean outside my window. The television off, I am reminded that nighttime in this world can be so creepy and yet so very beautiful at the same time. I just had to write this down, lest I ever forget it.  ¶ 8/14/2005 11:19:00 PM