The window, Letter from... San Juan, Trinidad

Dear Cricket Monthly,

They come out most nights just around nine o'clock and they might be there until about 11. They are extremely loud. But it is one of the most beautiful noises to fill the night air; because it is the unamplified sound of happiness.

I love to hear the footballers who turn out to run some ball under the lights of the Aranjuez Savannah. Amid the backdrop of the dull thud of boot on ball, they shout and scream, and laugh, and throw picong and cheers with the same generosity of spirit. The abundance of energy and joie de vivre is so infectious that even those of us perched on the periphery of the grounds are doused with it.

It brings pleasure to the chore of washing dishes, simply because when I stand at the kitchen sink I can see them, often barebacked, exuding all the vitality of youth, and I feel happy that in these nightly games they are finding a wholesome way to enjoy being alive. More so, amid their good-natured jostling and competition, they represent the true spirit of community.

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