Parrots flying in the skies

The other day I was walking home from the bus stop, a few months ago, and I looked up in the sky and saw a flock of parrots flying overhead. Parrots. In New York. In May. I stood, for awhile, and watched them. Reminded me of those days back in Guyana, where I’d stand in my mother’s garden that stood outside of our house - filled with squash, eggplant (boulanger), string beans (bora), pumpkins, thyme, and basil (married-man-poke). For some reason I was always attracted to the sound of the flock of parrots that flew into the sunset to their nests beyond my vision. It is probably the most simple, but arresting thing I’ve ever beheld. To this day I don’t know why it is so. Several years ago, when I was living in Florida, I remember staring out at the setting sun in time to see a flock of parrots flying by. Funny thing is, I was playing Evening Falls by Enya which pretty much summed up the entire moment (listen to the track and you’ll feel what I felt). It’s funny, every time I hear Evening Falls, it is like this password that unlock a torrent of memories. Me on that patio on that warm summer Florida evening. Standing barefeet on those pebbly roads of Kara Kara or walking mindlessly in that sandy, hilly area known as “the dyke”, in my hometown of Mackenzie, staring up into the sky. All just to watch the parrots flying into the sunset.

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