Home In my home the ceiling is a never fading blue and the walls stretch for miles of lush green beauty. The bathroom tiles are a soft, warm, white sand. And the water from the faucet is as clear as a cloudless sky. The temperature in my home is set as warm and humid all year long. The people in my home speak the language of love with such beautiful thick accents. The food in my fridge is of juicy fruits like quenepas and mangos with such taste as if it were the last pepsi in the desert. The eyes of my beloved people are my windows, and the floor is the enriching smell of wet island soil. Yes. My home is here. The true island of enchantment. And every dream i dream of day and night is where my dream home lies under never fading blue Puerto Rican skies.
