The water is hot and it soothes my aching bones, chatting with a few tourists they are always impressed and Intrigued that I’m fortunate enough to live in the islands. One of the girls, pink in the face stands to sit on the edge of the jacuzzi, water droplets cascade down her naked body, this is the way of this resort. People come from all over the world for one week a year, shed thier inhibitions and do thier best to live the life they dream of, I shyly avert my eyes, I miss Melissa more than ever at this particular moment.
It’s barely six months since I gave my tent away to a homeless person and here I am living in a tent again, Brompty faithfully waiting to carry me wherever the day goes. My new tent is an oasis, a thick wool blanket from the Hudson Bay company lines the floor, it’s big enough to sit upright and I can actually almost do yoga in it. Meslissa left her huge snuggly and plush down bag as my summer bag isn’t keeping me warm in the chilly spring early mornings.
My food cooked on a single burner, water from a metal bottle and sunsets, every day glorious sunsets with nothing to do but sit and watch them. I received my first paycheck and while It’s already spent, owed to the small obscure yard where I decided to store Sookie till we set off in the spring. I feel rich if only for a day, a tourist buys me a burger for dinner and I’m greatful, once again everything has worked out.
It’s almost my birthday, I’ll be turning a very young 48 and Melissa will be here for a whole week to celebrate with me, it’s all I can think about. A cup of hot coffee and my day has begun, today will be one spent hanging out with tourists, making them laugh and feel welcome in my tiny island paradise. For the next 75 days this tiny area will be the most beautiful place in the planet earth, then winter comes which is a different kind of beautiful, the cold hard kind but I’ll be long gone by then.
I look at the calander and count the days, on September first Melissa will come home and we set off and a grand adventure with endless possibilities. For now all we have are love letters, I sent her off with a stinky tee shirt to remind her of me, she left me a gift as well. Long distance relationships suck but they can also be quite romantic, a picture here, a poem, a long meandering letter about nothing and everything. For the first time in my life I fell absolutely content with the world, I want for nothing but to have this feeling forever, it’s calm and I sleep like the dead, there is not an ounce of stress in my life and every day when I open my sleepy eyes, I give a long stretch and smile, life is good.
“No medicine cures what happiness cannot.”
― Gabriel García Márquez