One moment the crepuscular rays of the triple suns were shining down between the trees.
The next moment – as if an eclipse suddenly took place – my surroundings darkened, abruptly bringing forth with it a light fall of snow.
Flakes similar to a drizzle of rain, an exquisitely pale blue. Laying there still during all of this, stunned then utterly irked, I had no inclination to appreciate the beautifully strange occurrence before my eyes. After all, my soul was from the Caribbean, and indeed – if this body was an "alien" and incorporated completely – I nevertheless had the mindset of a Bajan.
Bajans are the type that are fairly outspoken; to most rude and most often described as lacking any form of class for our forthrightness.
The point of all this is Bajans have a fondness for the sun; sure they might criticize that its heat is sufficient enough to "melt them like butter" – but who wouldn't?
