With no phone lines in many rural communities cell phones quickly found a strong market in Jamaica. However long distance calls often get dropped so while my mother was living in Jamaica the easiest way for us to stay in touch was often by text messages. Enjoying the Sweet Smell of Coffee emerged from a text I received while walking home one evening. After the Rain is my response.
Every spring as Vancouver erupts into bloom I think back on these two texts and how Spring and Fall are so different in our temperate climate than in the tropics. Jamaica has no season of rebirth, no season of slumber.