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Dec. 22, 2006 The ship was big, and because of its size, and stabilizers, not much motion could be felt as it sailed the sea. There were shows at night, and the rooms were well kept and comfortable. The crew was friendly, and there was a pool. The ship had a disco, and a movie theatre. Outside, in the Puerto Rican night, a cab driver was about to take a few of the ship’s guests on a short drive through some streets. There was on the drive, as they went, the smell of the sea’s salt water in the air. There were motorcycles and people walking around, up some small sidewalks but mostly up the sides of the roads, because there were not many sidewalks. The evening seemed to enter through the open doorways of little stores and dwellings both, and infuse the insides there, though they might be lit with electric light. There didn’t seem to be the same demarcations as back home between inside and outside. There were some lots that seemed to have just dirt and nothing more, as if they’d been cleared and nobody built anything there but had once had the intentions to do so. At one corner, a man leaned against a post examining a piece of paper, and he held a pen in his hand. There were plenty of stars in the sky, and also plenty of traffic in the streets. There was someone dressed all in white, and there was a rickshaw that was just there outside of a building. The driver said he was forty years old, and he was a happy person, cheerfully talking on and on about his health, and how great he felt, and how he was in such great shape for someone of his age. His left hand held the wheel and he motioned with his right hand in the air. One time, he either cut someone off on the road, or made some error, and another driver or pedestrian yelled something insulting at him. He waved his hand in the air and exclaimed something, but not something negative, as he was too happy to say anything that had at least a tinge of joy in it. His cab was small, and it seemed like he was somehow a part of it, and not just driving it. The sights, even and especially, the area right outside of the ship, seemed charged with electricity, seemed pregnant with some mystery, that if probed, might offer some secret. But there was not time, because this was a port of departure and not a place that the passengers could really stay at for any length of time. On the ship, that landscape, mostly just lights and trees and roads, could be seen, and there were interesting things that went on, surely, out there, be them dramas and dilemmas, or simply the way other people lived. Below, someone walked past carrying a big radio. A huge delicious breeze seemed to travel around constantly, and it seemed like angels lived in the breeze, or some other magical and greatly benevolent force or forces. ------------ Email Brian Michael Barbeito: Brian1750@Hotmail.com Comment on this article here! ------------ All articles are EXCLUSIVE to Useless-Knowledge.com and are not allowed to be posted on other websites. ARTICLE THIEVES WILL BE PROSECUTED! |
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