I needed a hit of something. Bracing winter winds had worn my spirit down to a snarky scowl. I went after the hit and named it: beach break in an island where everyone smiles and the colours pop.
Stepping off the plane onto the open tarmac, our tension slides down and out, defeated by the grinning troubadour crooning away as we passed the Welcome to Antigua sign. I was groovin' already.
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