Nikon: Maho and Francis Bays, USVI on Flickr.
I’m daydreaming today. It’s unseasonably warm here in Nashville but the temps are supposed to drop tonight, an unwanted 40-degree shock treatment to remind me it’s still winter. I’m remembering the trip J and I took to the Virgin Islands. I have photos to prompt memory, but still, I worry the honeymoon will slip from memory like a dream.
St. Thomas was the most beautiful place I’d ever seen, undoubtedly paradise, until we get to St. John, which is the most beautiful place I’ve ever seen, undoubtedly paradise…
There is paradox in deciding which paradise is actually paradise since there can be only one. I latch onto a simple solution: the present paradise IS paradise, the others live in another time — past or future — and another place — here or there. My paradise is one where J is nearby, we are alone and we are naked.
We leave Cruz Bay on North Shore Road (Route 20) and head toward Annaberg sugar mill. We drive around a bend and Maho Bay opens below us, an undeveloped bay far prettier than any we saw on St. Thomas. We count only four people (and a dog) dotting the mile-long beach. We drive down, park the Jeep and take a quick dip, paradise found once again.