St. Lucia School of Music rests high on a hill overlooking the harbor of Castries. Cruise ships and barges come and go all day below. I'm surprised when I look up from my desk and see out the window the landscape transformed by a massive vessel with concrete mixers and shipping containers strapped atop it. Sailboats and water taxis zip and flit here and there. The water is clear and the sky has been blue and the air a steady 80-something degrees since I arrived.
If you were to head down the hill to visit the beachfront below you might still hear a tenor saxophonist practicing scales, the sweet sound blending with the keening of the wind. Brown boobies soar overhead, unrestrained by the blustery breeze pummeling the bluff.
It's easy to let the shoulders go and breathe deeply the Butterfly Jasmine and tennis shoe size Yellow Bells that adorn the entrance to the school. Yes, it's time to get to work.
If you were to head down the hill to visit the beachfront below you might still hear a tenor saxophonist practicing scales, the sweet sound blending with the keening of the wind. Brown boobies soar overhead, unrestrained by the blustery breeze pummeling the bluff.
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