Among The Dust

​I am too old now... even tending to the banana plants has become a struggle. I had dreamed of renovating our house, of giving it new life, but my strength is gone.

​The building blocks to fix our roof still sit up in the attic, gathering dust. I suppose they will remain there forever, untouched - just like so many of the plans I once had.

​And yet... my wife is proud of all that I have already done. That thought brings me comfort. Perhaps it is enough. I am enough.