Shantih Journal 2.1 - Page 44

Imagining An Island To The South Marianne Szlyk In my future, green drenches the air. Live oak and palmetto block out sun and sky. I can smell the color clinging to these leaves. On the breeze salt trickles through. I taste salt water taffy: sea green, dove gray, and hot pink, the same colors I know from up north. Beyond the leaves, waves slap the beach. Seagulls wheel above the rocks; sandpipers strut on damp sand. I feel summer coming before spring. 44