Sometimes when the breeze is blowing just right on these steamy summer days and the smell of jerk is wafting just so through the windows and I can sit and relax on my couch and sip my water or my iced coffee, the neighbors' reggae sounds gentle and soothing and like a vacation of the best kind.
The kind of vacation that doesn't require me leaving The City but being transported, almost wholly, from it.
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