The great thing about Columbia is the unbearable humidity. Because when a late afternoon thunderstorm comes at just the right time and wipes it away there is nothing better. Sitting on the porch, writing and researching for a story im putting together, seeing fireflies, hearing cicadas, waiting for an owl, smelling the flowers as they open back up. out of the worst of it sometimes you find bliss, if only temporary. Its non-events like this that keep us sane, keep us driven, keep us from being hid.
well. just thought id like to point to some irony. even if it be weather related.
it being memorial day, or decoration day. or however else you might call it--
Iucero. ill probably be writing a long over due big long piece on them within a week or so. because early summer is lucero time. all the time is lucero time.