To Brunch Cool breezes filter through waving scenic greenery; the car turning around, as we realise that we have passed the turnoff from the highway. Back on the right route, all of six eyes are scanning the way forward for landmarks. Shoes ~ outside a masjid Sunday near noon A little further along the route, sugarcane arrows sway under an azure sky and our heads turn this way and that, peering at scenic rural Couva, through closed car windows. A shopping mall on the right; we simultaneously point fingers. There’s a bank on the left,Oh but it’s the wrong one. We continue chatting about everything, our eyes glued to the newness of our whereabouts. Then our driver says “there’s the sign, there’s the bank ahead” arms spread wide nailed to the cross Christ sculptured Rolling down the windows, the smiling brown eyes of two boys, sitting on the concrete steps, their langly sneakered legs in synchronised posture; without even asking them, they tell us “The church hall is that way.” |