Florida, on the surface, me dears, is a fandango of beach, bars, nightlife, clubs, Miami and Latina-things. Florida is afloat with boats, yachts and marinas just like places that I been to in the Caribbean. And shop? Buy hard glitter, and sweet, melting things; buy leather-things that fold like silk; tech toys that make you feel you can see and hear other worlds. All this, and your pocket ain’t gon bruk like when you shop in other countries. Pick, choose, refuse restaurants and menus. As for culture-things, man, your senses gon cry for a moment’s rest.
Like everywhere in the world now it seem, corporate-perfume is heavy over the glass windows, the chrome and stones, thrilling you by your eyes and nose, playing low music to call you in if you dare push open a door. Cool air in them stores soothe the sun-fever on your skin.
Which is thrilling in a new-world kinda way.
But me? What about me?
Today, I check out some photos on Kim blog-post, Trading Journeys. The photos is of woman-artist, harnessing horse to cart, going off to art-event in Wigtown. The air in them photos look fresh, I sense this from the misty background, she jacket and she wisp o’ hair falling loose. She ain't painted with lipstick, eye-liner, mascara, the only colour of she nails is of flesh and blood, she ain’t in heels and jewels from a fine-carpet store.
I look at them pictures, a yearning rise up in me like a rambling dream I wake up to, straining to remember.
Then the truth bite me like a’ alligator escape from one o’ them ponds they call lakes around Florida home-developments.
The Florida that I want to experience is one that I keep sensing. It wild, it full o’ long grass and weeds in rivers. It got beady eyes staring in the water, and sounds rise from trees, kkkrrr, and fall chirr before you can learn what creature is making them. Butterflies flit from non-garden flowers, and birds that I don’t recognize sing tunes that musicians can’t write.
Then, just like in waking up to real-life, I realise that this is a longing that go with me wherever I am. It is in me, it is me.