Bamboleo

Thick, persistent drops batter my windshield, leaving behind a canvas of transparent craters that rivals the moon's shiny surface. Each crater is a separate portal into the outside world, the world outside the dry comfort of my car. Fading autumn leaves and dry pine needles coat the slick driveway as I race toward home. My wipers make feeble attempts to clear the crystal craters, but the steady drizzle of chilling droplets refuses to let up. I rush from my car into my apartment. I take no pleasure in the dampness that curls up my bare legs and clutches at my hands. Once inside I warm up some leftovers and sit down to eat above the warmth of my heater. As I shove mouthfuls of artificial chicken and fried rice into my mouth, my food-frenzied cat looks on.

My eyes wander. I take in the stark contrast of the white plastic Christmas tree at my back and the orange leaves in the yard. The drab gray sky and the brown grass make me long for a sunny afternoon in my favorite tree in Honduras.

It is raining and there is no parade, but if there were, I would be dry.

Friday I will be in Honduras. Maybe I will enjoy the afternoon in my favorite tree.

Me Gusta Como Eres

Sometimes I feel like my ideas and observations [my thoughts] are similar to one of my favorite songs.

como una manzana que al morder la cabeza me confunde
como esa vela que se prende y me rescata de la oscuridad
como la calle que siempre me lleva a ese sitio al que quiero llegar
como esa patria sin bandera en la que me siento libre
...me gusta como eres

-Jarabe de Palo

* Like an apple that confuses me when eaten
Like a candle that when lit, rescues me from the darkness
Like the street that always takes me to the place I want to go
Like this home country without a flag that makes me feel free. . . I like you [I like HOW you are. . . WHO you are]

My thoughts - Sometimes they are confusing. Sometimes they make sense. Sometimes they help me arrive at a desired destination. Yet thinking is what makes me, us, free.

And that's why I like you. . . thought. You are fleeting yet permanent. You are fun yet serious. You are wild yet tame. You are. You enable me to be.

Me gusta como eres ;)