Here in St. Croix, I live on the west side of the island, waking up at six for work each morning. Though the sun rose from the other direction, the promise of beauty on the western horizon pulled me easily from bed. The clouds turned a soft pink, reflected in the ocean, and a glow settled across the flowering trees and sugar mill ruins. Rainbows were a daily gift, yellow butterflies lifted from vines in small clouds, and twice I saw pods of dolphins moving south off the bay. Throughout the day iguanas march … (read more)
