my island home

The pilot, seated less than an arms length, though two seats away from me, readied for the landing. The 8 seater, twin prop plane glided in beautifully over crystal clear, aquamarine waters, sparsely populated settlements and only one clearly defined road.......... a definite reminder that we were far from the bustling city we had left a few hours earlier. I got tapped on the shoulder and a little voice seated behind me said "I'm so glad we're home mummy. I'm an island boy you know."