Just when I'm sure that I've got it all down. Somethin' jumps up and spins me around. Sometimes it's the light from my little boy's eyes. Takin' me by surprise.
Tropic days turn into steamy nights. Stateside ways give in to appetites. Panatelas under white straw hats. Sit and soak, Rum and Coke. . Cuban rhythms push the night along.