The day dawned good, so off we went for our morning walk.
I noticed the spectacular moon of the last few nights is reluctant to go home at dawn. There it hangs between the tallest banana fronds.
November is usually the best month of the year here on the mountaintop. Normally, the rains have gone, leaving all green and blue and bright and cool.
This year, however, the rains, like the moon, are reluctant to go away, go home, go wherever they go, perhaps to a rainforest somewhere.
They are far lighter though. I think they are giving it up. One hopes.
Returning from the morning walk — six laps around the plaza — we sat on the terraza and peeled tangerines.
I don’t even remember what it was like to work for a living.