a quiet rain in Baja peninsulawhere we write and live
a rare and good event
a softness and a rest for all
the color blue took a break
grey can be so bonito
flowers having their genitals washed on the delicate cycle
birds launching new recordings
dancing on shiny wires
on pole tops now free
of the fine Mexican dust
snails all over
shopping for garlic butter
it's hard to write with droplets dribbling on our roof Amélie
then lets both go back to bed until a new sun pokes through the skylight its long hot yellow finger certain to dry out the dreams from our hairy faces
(this photo is one of several taken by Nikki yesterday as we napped)
