“Outside Nice”

It feels like a spring day in NY yet it reminds me of a December morning in Trinbago~ Top off the day were the words from a Trinbagonian mother to her child~
“The words from my mouth have no color!” she exclaimed.
I looked at her and smile then I said, “You know how long I did not hear that?”
She smile then said to me, “Them children to farse (nosey). I talking to the man, and she eyes, glued on me!”
Outside nice~ real nice."...