I haven't posted in ages, but I am down here for two weeks, and the rainy season seems to have begun early with power outages, storms and the general excitement of mosquitoes in a frenzy every time I try to go in or out of my front door. Even screens don't keep them out, and I seem to be overly sensitive to those "no see 'ems."
This morning I walked on the beach, and the spray of the waves against the dark, ominous sky gave me pleasure. The air felt heavy but fresh. Only after I'd gone to buy my paper did it start to pour, and I was pelted with the semi-cool rain drops as I scuttled back to my house.
This little estuary beckoned with its stillness and perfect reflection of not much other than a large, quirky piece of driftwood that had settled at its mouth.
At the beach I found two pieces of driftwood that resembled animals with smiling faces, and then discovered a motherlode of mangoes dangling in purple profusion from a tree that belonged to nobody. As an official member of the nobodies, I decided it was okay to pick those that had fallen on the ground and hadn't split open. What a haul! I shall get sandpaper and make these goofy animals (a camel and a horse, I think) even more
This little estuary beckoned with its stillness and perfect reflection of not much other than a large, quirky piece of driftwood that had settled at its mouth.
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