We all have a vision of paradise and mine closely resembles the country of my birth, Trinidad and Tobago. In this idyllic fantasy setting in one of our mountain ranges, there is one figure walking up the hill to his home. He lives alone with the sound of a nearby waterfall. The earthy blue peacefulness of his existence is populated with wild flowers, lily pads and trees. I would like to die amidst the fragrant thickness of this air; my oxygen.