This is where our love lives. In abeer and mud, in the waters of baptism, in drum rhythms to call dancing deities. Trinidad is such a place of unrequitedness. So many almost-loves and could-have-beens. So many stolen moments and unfulfilled desires. This is my desire. To be a part of my colourful landscape whether or not that meets with the approval of others. Because when we compare and contrast, are there more similarities or more differences? Aren't we all looking for somebody to love us? I feel sorry for the sad, bitter, loveless people on this Earth who close themselves off from love under the guise of self-preservation. Squirt some abeer on the one you love. Or even on the one you wish you could. The love season is here. Time to hug up this place tight and closer to your heart.